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there's little grace when she arrives home that night, still there's certain rituals to be obeyed first. mostly, a shower. however, it's in the way she's stomping up the stairs that's the first sign something's about to come untethered in the evans household that night.

when dana picks up her phone after her shower, she elects to ignore the message from robby waiting for her. she can only imagine what it says and she'd rather not listen to advice from the attending tonight. making her way back downstairs, she makes a beeline for where she can sense her daughter's at, storm clouds following her as she stands in the doorway, arms crossing over her chest as she looks at her daughter. "is there something you want to tell me or should we start with how my day went?"

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Being apart sucks. Not being able to see the people he cares about all the time sucks. But Cecil is back from his trip to the Underworld with Nico, and seeing Pollux there has him grinning like an idiot.

"Pollux!" Cecil manages to slow himself down-- barely-- before he wraps his arm around Pollux's middle and all but launches them as he spins them in a wide circle, laughing the entire time.

Admittedly, Dan Heng had been tremendously unsure about returning to the Deep Woods, let alone to Mistria. Things had become incredibly confusing between him and Caldarus, especially when spring had come around and his instincts had gotten the better of him around the older dragon. He was ashamed to have almost destroyed their friendship, but months spent away had made him ache terribly for the other, knowing he'd left without a word despite the awkwardness.

"...That should be the last of them."

Charred grasses smoldered under the scarlet moonlight where a league of Bokoblin had attempted to charge the mkeshift camp erected in the lee of a jutting, leaning slab of stone. As the night fell, the hours of evil pierced through the darkness and attempted to swallow the world whole. Roads that had once only been a danger for the odd enemy or highwaymen, compared to the legions that stalked over the land. The moon became stained by blood and monsters seemed to descend from its fain light, only beginning to fade after the brunt of the attacks had finally ceased.

Turning to the blond, Sypha uttered a sigh.

"Hey, listen to me." Hard to do when there are sirens blaring, sense of panic around the people who are running around the place. None of them matter, not like Bill does. They have to get through it, and she has to snap her out of it right now. "It's gonna be okay, yeah? I promise it's gonna be okay, but we have to go right now. And we have to go the opposite way that they're running from." She takes a breath, hurts to ask it or promise it. She's tried so hard not to be like the Doctor, yet sometimes she feels like it's inevitable. "I promise I'll do what I can to keep you safe, okay? Just...just trust me. Think you can do that?"