[ By some miracle, she's still there safely upon his return. In her boredom, however, she's gone through the miscellaneous storage that the warehouse held, and has found herself a sword, it seems! It sits in its sheath upon the seat of their cart, ready for use, should the need arise.
The cart itself has been neatly repacked, and rearranged, bedding tucked away and consumables within reach for the long travel ahead.
As for Grell, she was just about prepared to wield that new sword of hers, but upon seeing that its William that's returned, she leaps up from her makeshift seat amongst the hat in the back of the cart (which her horse seems to be munching) and just about bounds towards him. ]
You don't know how good it is to see you.
[ Face alight, she folds her arms over his leg fondly. ]
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The cart itself has been neatly repacked, and rearranged, bedding tucked away and consumables within reach for the long travel ahead.
As for Grell, she was just about prepared to wield that new sword of hers, but upon seeing that its William that's returned, she leaps up from her makeshift seat amongst the hat in the back of the cart (which her horse seems to be munching) and just about bounds towards him. ]
You don't know how good it is to see you.
[ Face alight, she folds her arms over his leg fondly. ]
What happened? Are we clear?