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[She's hopped over to the little island in the swamp, investigating the little door carved into the tree.

And like clockwork, one of their infinite teen girls starts skirting the perimeter. Camille pulls away, squinting at her from the across the feral green algae.]

Hey. Can you give me a hand over here?

[I've decided you're getting a PC today, accept me!!!

Anyway Camille is at the pyre late at night, sat hugging her knees like a gangly teen and staring down the flickering flames. Her eyes blink slow, but despite the hour she just won't leave.

Her eyes drift to Vin once she catches movement.]

Shouldn't you be asleep?

[bad!!

a while after all that, she's near the pyre, reading over the new rules with a frown.]

...This will happen again, then.

[Throws them in the void.

Vin's been one Camille's not sure how to approach. They weren't close to begin with. Barely spoke. Her strongest impression of the girl is the flash of her steel cutting into Nona. No warning, no preamble. Decisive and quick. It's honestly respectable.

Now it's a daydream on repeat. Mercy might be her best shot. Still, she'd like to know when it's coming. Not have it thrust upon her, unnannounced.

She meets the girl midday Monday, just passing through on the way to other things.]

Oh. [Camille slows. Stops. Pretends like she isn't going stiff at the shoulders, and mostly fails.] Hello, Vin.

[haha

she's hanging out wherever - she's been giving camille as much space as she wants, but she doesn't move to leave when she sees her approaching.]

...I imagine you have a few things to say.

[hi hello it's thursday morning and she's glancing over at camille wherever she sees her]

Ah - hello.

[sets this pre healing because i haven't gotten results back yet

she's on her way to the swamp, covered in blood with a bunch of glass shards poking out of her. she glances at camille.]

...Hello.

[She's out of cigarettes. So, she's on her way back to Elysium, drained and miserable. A bottle of half-gone whisky hangs from her hand, though there isn't any on her breath yet.

She spies Vin before she makes it, stopping in her tracks. The emotions are all abject misery, but she'll still be polite.]

Hey. You feeling any better tonight?

[She seemed pretty tender at trial today.]