The determined march toward where Magne might be the most likely to still be proved to be fruitful; after work, now that supplies seem to be a little better in stock, she can actually find something decent to eat after making sure that the rest of her regular patrons are seen to. Which means that by the time Dabi and César make it to the Oak & Iron, Magne is still in the dining room making smalltalk with the person behind the counter that day, stood up against it with a drink in hand.
She looks healthy, if a bit wan in the face due to the shortage of the last couple of months, clean shaven and wearing clothes that she never would have had proper access to without stealing them off of specialty racks back home. A dark, poofy peasant blouse, a comfortable corset in leather and green fabric, and warm, high- waisted pants that actually give her a figure, with her hair tied up behind her head and twisted there around the stem of a magnolia blossom complements of her boyfriend learning how to make flowers specifically for her as he learns to do magic.
She scowls at the sound of the door banging open and the determined sound of boots on hardwood, and her fingers hover at her waist near the knuckledusters that had been commissioned for her as she opens her mouth to immediately shut down any trouble-
Only to stop, staring at the skinny young man, mouth open, a trickle of blood on his cheek and the white hair that she had occasionally assisted in touching up the roots of when it was still dyed black. The color rides high in her cheeks as she processes, tears brimming but not quite falling. If he's here...
No. Can't think about that. Instead she merely puts down her drink, and crosses the room to not just confirm what she already knows, but to loop her arms around his middle and heft him right off of the ground in a back breaking hug whether he's ready for it or not.
Post-César wildcard, hello~
She looks healthy, if a bit wan in the face due to the shortage of the last couple of months, clean shaven and wearing clothes that she never would have had proper access to without stealing them off of specialty racks back home. A dark, poofy peasant blouse, a comfortable corset in leather and green fabric, and warm, high- waisted pants that actually give her a figure, with her hair tied up behind her head and twisted there around the stem of a magnolia blossom complements of her boyfriend learning how to make flowers specifically for her as he learns to do magic.
She scowls at the sound of the door banging open and the determined sound of boots on hardwood, and her fingers hover at her waist near the knuckledusters that had been commissioned for her as she opens her mouth to immediately shut down any trouble-
Only to stop, staring at the skinny young man, mouth open, a trickle of blood on his cheek and the white hair that she had occasionally assisted in touching up the roots of when it was still dyed black. The color rides high in her cheeks as she processes, tears brimming but not quite falling. If he's here...
No. Can't think about that. Instead she merely puts down her drink, and crosses the room to not just confirm what she already knows, but to loop her arms around his middle and heft him right off of the ground in a back breaking hug whether he's ready for it or not.