Nexus. A bench near a stone arch. A different take on things

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Threnody is unaware of the symphony of bird song occurring over her head and all around her. She's paying no mind to the local rodent population, though there's a squirrel sitting on her foot right at this moment. She has no attention to spare for the bright forms of the flowers that are scattered throughout the undergrowth and the grass of the little forest glade she's found. Most of her attention is focused on the tiny construction of paper and various colouring chemicals that she holds between her fingertips.

Cyclonus would be non-plussed, and Scourge would be quietly and uncomprehendingly supportive if they found her now, but she's used to those reactions when her friends find her with a book.

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And then she turns toward him, still smiling widely. "You brought her to us?"

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Scourge's optics are wide in fear and confusion as he slowly nods. "Y-y-yes. I think. It made me come here." The smile's only making the gross deformity even more terrifying.

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Threnody frowns and pitches her gun into subspace, then sits next to him and nudges the cube in his hand. "Drink. You need it."

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Scourge shakes his head worriedly, setting the cube down on the seat between them. "I'm--I'm not really that thirsty." Could be drugged, for all he knows.