To be fair, Hardie is maybe the most endearing of the various menagerie that makes their home in Gwenaëlle’s houseboat—
“So a nice change from the restless dead,” she suggests, dry, thinking of her own recent trips to the parts of Nevarra City that’re actually accessible. Hard to envy the Mortalitasi their work there, or everyone else who’s going to make that place liveable again. Or who have to put up with her fucking brother while they’re doing it, a thing she immediately has no interest in dwelling on, “Just the more obnoxious living.”
When they arrive, her office is clearly intended to be shared; equally clear that no one currently occupies the post to share it with her, half of the room and the other desk neat and clean but plainly unused. Her side is well organised and evidence of how busy her own post keeps her — a few keepsakes displayed, but it’s mostly well ordered professional chaos. Duty rosters, notes on the armoury, some infirmary inventory that seems a little out of place with everything else.
And, of course, there’s a cushioned bed for Hardie near the desk.
“Are you joined up with us?”
(A fleeting and sincere stab of anxiety: Maker, she’d rather go back to Sarrux than face Morrigan if anything happens to him. Wow, probably this is how Coupe felt. No need to examine that at all.)
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“So a nice change from the restless dead,” she suggests, dry, thinking of her own recent trips to the parts of Nevarra City that’re actually accessible. Hard to envy the Mortalitasi their work there, or everyone else who’s going to make that place liveable again. Or who have to put up with her fucking brother while they’re doing it, a thing she immediately has no interest in dwelling on, “Just the more obnoxious living.”
When they arrive, her office is clearly intended to be shared; equally clear that no one currently occupies the post to share it with her, half of the room and the other desk neat and clean but plainly unused. Her side is well organised and evidence of how busy her own post keeps her — a few keepsakes displayed, but it’s mostly well ordered professional chaos. Duty rosters, notes on the armoury, some infirmary inventory that seems a little out of place with everything else.
And, of course, there’s a cushioned bed for Hardie near the desk.
“Are you joined up with us?”
(A fleeting and sincere stab of anxiety: Maker, she’d rather go back to Sarrux than face Morrigan if anything happens to him. Wow, probably this is how Coupe felt. No need to examine that at all.)