( Relief mingles with concern, his distinctive voice snagging her attention. Blood and bones, Viktor. )
You are a very difficult man to find.
( As stubborn as he is bright, but it's hardly the time to get into an argument about the former. Something else that snags her attention: a crying child, no older than two, cradled fiercely in his frightened mother's arms. The rest of her family surrounds her.
Emilia ignores the strong urge to wipe the sweat off her brow. Looks up at the dome that holds them all, and back to Viktor. )
The next caravan should be evacuating soon. ( These people should be on it, and ideally, so should Viktor. It will be ... a journey to get there... She takes in the fear on their faces, attempts to stymie it with warm resolve. ) We move as one.
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You are a very difficult man to find.
( As stubborn as he is bright, but it's hardly the time to get into an argument about the former. Something else that snags her attention: a crying child, no older than two, cradled fiercely in his frightened mother's arms. The rest of her family surrounds her.
Emilia ignores the strong urge to wipe the sweat off her brow. Looks up at the dome that holds them all, and back to Viktor. )
The next caravan should be evacuating soon. ( These people should be on it, and ideally, so should Viktor. It will be ... a journey to get there... She takes in the fear on their faces, attempts to stymie it with warm resolve. ) We move as one.