[ Exhaustion, relief. A flicker of a smile that warms Anathema's whole face as she pushes back her windswept hair and squeezes through the crowd — they'd given Sal a wide berth for her landing — until she reaches the blonde's side. Catches her arm, squeezes it once reassuringly, unthinkingly, and then looks her over, scanning for any injuries. ]
Are you doing okay?
[ Cutting right past any pleasantries or hellos. Devices tend to barrel straight towards the most important and pertinent question in the room, really. It's a family trait. ]
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Are you doing okay?
[ Cutting right past any pleasantries or hellos. Devices tend to barrel straight towards the most important and pertinent question in the room, really. It's a family trait. ]