Vin

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Lord, what a question.

[Predictably, she's out in open air with a smoke in hand. Camille shakes her head.]

Honestly? I can't wait to be somewhere where magic doesn't exist again. That's the bare minimum. Everything after has got to be manageable.

What about you?

[allomantic]

I'm glad you'll be going back to that. I imagine it's been... overwhelming, when you weren't familiar with anything like that before here.

[all their magic bullshit... but she thinks for a moment.]

Keep trying not to lose a war, I guess. But - I've been told that I'll have help, whether I like it or not.

[scrapdraught]

Little bit.

[Might commit herself to therapy if it wouldn't land her in an institution. It'll be lonely, though. Not a soul in sight to confide in, much less understand.

Her head cocks at Vin's plan though. A smile quirking the edge of her mouth.]

Good place to have an apothecary nearby.