[One of her wings doesn't fold in quite the same way that it used to, either; the feathers stick out a bit differently in one part, and they don't lay right. An injury, and not a recent one. She considers attempting a smile herself, but that's as far as it gets, because she can't manage to conjure one on her face. She doesn't know how to tell him that no one else was there. Just her, for the longest time, and then Giovanni-- and that she hadn't thought he would come at all.
Instead, she steps just the slightest bit closer, and lifts both of her hands out to him, as well. Not touching, almost never touching when it came to Heine, because most of the time he hated it. But there, as always. Are you okay?]
Action forever~
Instead, she steps just the slightest bit closer, and lifts both of her hands out to him, as well. Not touching, almost never touching when it came to Heine, because most of the time he hated it. But there, as always. Are you okay?]