[ she's still shaking off just how out-of-body this whole experience has been when Silco waves off the attendant with not-at-all suspect-looking vials of black, viscous fluid inside them - this place screams kinky, cult-themed bordello or something?? not okay - and she shrinks a little further into his coat, feeling rather suddenly very unnecessarily exposed for the prying eyes on them. (no one is especially prying, but she feels it. staring. they're staring at her. they're watching, like they know that she's--)
'Runeterra is gone.'
it's enough to get her re-focused. she needed to be. even so, it isn't like she knows what to do with what he's said, regardless - because it seems so absolutely abstract a thought: even if, at the same time, after that dream... ]
...slides my app in and passes around my bounty of reeses, 1/2
'Runeterra is gone.'
it's enough to get her re-focused. she needed to be. even so, it isn't like she knows what to do with what he's said, regardless - because it seems so absolutely abstract a thought: even if, at the same time, after that dream... ]