15S R4 W1 Wednesday Afternoon

[joinhands]

[So Krone has been walking through the hallways of the mansion and in her edgy infomod way she already suspects she hears a certain pair of cutting edge boots so she's going to just throw caution to the wind and cup her hands around her mouth all sing-song like.]

Red Rover, Red Rover! Let Eric come over~!!!?

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[yonosoymaria]

I - yes, of course!

[Eric's not so young or from so far back in time that he'd blush simply from having a woman take his hand - but it's familiar, this way of being pulled into a plan that he helped make. That confidence reminds him too well of someone he was never meant to care for as he did. But her hand is not nearly so rough, and she tugs him along with an unyielding grace that person lacked... no, lacks, because he isn't dead, not yet. Not yet.

Krone is confidence incarnate and he needs that right now, needs someone to rely on, who may yet rely on him. There's a feeling like the first tentative flutter of a wing just removed from a splint, somewhere in his chest. He feels like a clumsy boy, attempting to put words to it -

and so he doesn't, he holds back, holds on to her hand even once they've arrived.]

It occurs to me that we may not have many options for transporting ashes around this place, short of tableware... I didn't see an ash-can by the hearth, but I might have missed it.