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[demonicbeauty]

State your business with Ariadne...

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Audio; un: Lothrat (backdated a week or so)

[ezra_of_lothal]

Hey, Airy. [Ezra sounds...tired.]

Are you at Serenity. Can I can by?

[VOICE]; UN: [USERNAME NOT SET]

[demonicbeauty]

[Huh. That's ominous.]

Of course, Ezra. You know you're always welcome here.

You don't even have to ask.

[ezra_of_lothal]

[Sheepishly-]

I know. I just wanted to make sure you're there and are in a mood for company and stuff. [Turning up ad Serenity being...empty of people just wasn't what he'd wanted, right.]

See you in a few.

[demonicbeauty]

All right.

[She is suspicious, but she'll still be waiting out by the pear tree when he arrives.]

---log/prose?

[ezra_of_lothal]

He turns up a very few minutes later, only the fact that he is doesn't feel like moving faster than a defeated looking trudge slowing him down.

He offers her a fragile looking smile as he comes close.

"I'm sorry I haven't around been much. Still trying to get on top of everything I missed while I was, uh, not entirely present."

[demonicbeauty]

Ariadne never expected apologies, so she never knew how to accept them. What she did know was that Ezra had been through a lot. More than she could imagine. Some people got casual about death. Ariadne never could.

Without another word, she walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him into the biggest possible hug that her five foot two frame could muster.

Which was surprisingly big.

[ezra_of_lothal]

He doesn't burst into full on tears; he does let out a very shaky near sob and wrap his arms around her too and just stand there for a while, breathing, and letting both of them take comfort from holding each other.

[demonicbeauty]

He was only a kid. Sometimes, it was easy to forget, since he was always so full of energy and certainty. But no one--no matter their age--deserved to go through the things Ezra had been put through.

That went for both the short- and long-term.

Ariadne stroked his hair gently. Comforting in all cultures, of course. But particularly meaningful for the Alastrians. "This place can be a lot to cope with, sometimes. But it's okay. I think."

[ezra_of_lothal]

He blows out another breath, closing his eyes.. "Yeah, technically. Just - both my housemates are down in..you know about the cocoon membrane things, right? I needed to get out of there, for a while."

[demonicbeauty]

There were a lot better reasons for Ezra to get out of that house, but Ariadne decided it was polite not to say so. Whatever her personal feelings were for the Jedi, at this point, they were just that. Personal.

"Come on," she said, touching his elbows before she pulled back, gesturing for him to follow her. "Come sit down." She perched herself on the steps leading up to the stoop of her shop.

Really, after spending the past few weeks digging through the remains of Dean's house, it was nice to feel...well. Like she was in a place to help again.

Her misery had been a different kind of cocoon.

Now, she was clearheaded. Now she could be of service to her friends. And Ezra was in need of...something.

[ezra_of_lothal]

He follows willingly, to sit next to her.

"Not sure talking about it will help," he murmurs.

[demonicbeauty]

"We don't have to talk about it," she said, reaching over to give him a pat on the knee. "We can talk about anything you want."

Her instinct told her that talking about it might help. But people had to arrive there on their own.

She'd gone around the same path over Dean, the last few months. Now, talking about him didn't hurt so much. A little. But not as much.

[ezra_of_lothal]

He murmurs, "I know things have been rough for you, too. Has there been something...good I've missed?" he asked, tentatively.

[demonicbeauty]

"Something good?" she asked.

It was funny that he should ask. Ariadne was just beginning to get back into the habit of seeing the good, where she could.

Which meant she had an answer at the ready.

"The pears," she said. "They've ripened quite nicely. If you like, I can bring you a few."