Mind search (Calleigh and Tryll)

[Anastasia]

Rosa seems unconcerned by the noise, going back to sit and wrapping her blanket tightly around her. "Help yourself," she offers. It's apples and pears, with a few grapes in the side.

[Yuthirin]

A grape launches itself off the table, nearly beaning Calleigh in the face while she peers at Rosa. She snatches the grape out of the air and tears into it, burbling cheerily around the small fruit. "You missed the big fight though. We went out there and stomped on all the demons and some devils came and Jaela was gonna attack them but they had a white flag so she didn't and instead she scared them off with a mean look! Then Moore put up a BIG BANNER behind us of an aurora and we flew in and helped a celestial crack open a mountain and then there was a lot of noise and reality kind of threw up everywhere and there was a sun made of poison and then there was a SWORD! And then a bunch of gods showed up and threatened the oinoloth making the poison sun and he ran away like a...thing that runs away all the time? Coward! YEAH! Then we came back here. And I think Afina fought alongside some big name angels and stuff! This place is SO NEAT! I'm so glad we came here!"

[Anastasia]

"I see," Rosa murmurs, quietly. Her eyes are unfocused by the end of it and she blinks back to awareness after. "I hear that all the officers made it back safely and that losses were acceptable."

[Yuthirin]

"Well yeah, some people died. It'sa war. Bad things happen. But! I hear they're trying to resurrect a bunch of the ones who died, so it might not even be that bad!" She gives Rosa a look. "You're not all better. What's wrong?"

[Anastasia]

"I'm tired," Rosa says, "So tired. I feel so empty now after everything. All my tears are gone, my fears exposed and my dreams barren after nightmares. As If I am a cup in the hand of the Lady of the Lake, tipped over and emptied. What does any of it matter now? What does it matter if I tell you or not? What does it matter if I go out and fight or stay in here and sleep?"

[Yuthirin]

Calleigh zips over and glomps the side of Rosa's face, much like a large, adorable lamprey or remora. "Of course it matters! Even if it doesn't matter to you, it matters to others! It matters to me! You were nice to me, and that makes you important! You can't just give in! That's what Undead McDevilface wants! You gotta fight, even if it's for no other reason than to spit in his face!"

[Anastasia]

Rosa twitches once Calleigh glomps onto her. But it dissolves as she goes on and quietly echos, "McDevilface?"

[Yuthirin]

"I can't remember his name, so he gets a stupid name. Because he's a stupid jerk!"

[Anastasia]

The elf slumps back, closing her eyes. "McDevilface," she repeats, sounding tired. "McDevilface." Again she says it, this time her shoulders shaking. Laughter follows, a soft sound that slowly grows.

[Yuthirin]

Calleigh will take victory where it's found! Even small ones, cause she's small too. "I bet his mom was a slaad. That'd make any devil grumpy. And explain the weird thing with undeads. Slaad McDevilface?"

[Anastasia]

Rosa laughs, losing herself in it. In time she calms, chuckling and wiping her eyes clean. "Thank you," she says, smiling now.

[Yuthirin]

"Yay no sadness! Wanna go to Brightwater? We're gonna go shopping!"

[Anastasia]

"...shopping?" Rosa echos, "As in shopping?" She blinks slowly, as if she just saw a purple elephant charging a zombie ogre.

[Yuthirin]

"Shopping shopping!" Calleigh crows.

[Anastasia]

Rosa twitches again, going to slowly rub her face. She's still smiling, "Just like that, go shopping?"