[She's out the door by the time his message about the raven arrives, dressed fully nonchalant in jeans, a black turtleneck, ankle boots, and with her hair braided down her back over a black wool peacoat she picked up after starting at The Crucible. It's a surprisingly soft ask, and it makes her smile as she slips down back alleys and avoids majorly trafficked streets to get to Marzipan Terrace.
A half hour later, once she has a pile of things set aside for him, she takes a picture of the raven sticking out of the bag he mentioned.]
On the way to you. Hold a little longer. We'll be there soon.
[She only has one more stop to make for a jar of her favorite tea, a gift for him and something for them to share that he can put his hands to making once she arrives.]
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A half hour later, once she has a pile of things set aside for him, she takes a picture of the raven sticking out of the bag he mentioned.]
On the way to you. Hold a little longer. We'll be there soon.
[She only has one more stop to make for a jar of her favorite tea, a gift for him and something for them to share that he can put his hands to making once she arrives.]