[ Indeed, Zelda starts to protest-- and then the call abruptly ends.
Well. That isn't at all how she thought this conversation was going to go. All she intended to do when she reached out to Darin was ask him to take photographs of the crater for her, since she won't be able to go herself. She hadn't meant to upset him and she definitely didn't intend for him to drop everything and rush to her home.
When Darin arrives at Zelda's small apartment home, she greets him with an apologetic smile and a quirk of her brow at his abundance of supplies. It looks like almost enough to stock an entire clinic in itself. Did he perhaps not know what to bring and decided to err on the side of caution by bringing everything? How much does a man with enhanced healing really know about first aid? Zelda doubts he has much need for it himself.
But she truly appreciates it, nodding gratefully as she steps aside to allow him inside. ] Thank you. I've not had an opportunity to replenish my own stock since the attack.
[ Zelda's apartment isn't much to look at: a few small rooms containing a variety of mismatched pieces of furniture. The front door opens to the largest room, a space that could generously be described as "multi-use." There is a round table with two chairs (because having only one looked unbearably lonely), a cushioned chair next to a window, a desk with yet another chair pushed against one of the walls, and sets of shelves here and there wherever they can it. The far end of the room is an open space containing the kitchen, outfitted with the basics and little more.
She leads Darin to the table, which is covered in a bright yellow tablecloth embroidered with a sunflower motif. A few jars of ointments and small box of cloth bandages sit upon one side of the table. On the other end is a basket containing a torn crimson vest and holster carrying a handgun-- things that don't look like they belong to Zelda. ]
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Well. That isn't at all how she thought this conversation was going to go. All she intended to do when she reached out to Darin was ask him to take photographs of the crater for her, since she won't be able to go herself. She hadn't meant to upset him and she definitely didn't intend for him to drop everything and rush to her home.
When Darin arrives at Zelda's small apartment home, she greets him with an apologetic smile and a quirk of her brow at his abundance of supplies. It looks like almost enough to stock an entire clinic in itself. Did he perhaps not know what to bring and decided to err on the side of caution by bringing everything? How much does a man with enhanced healing really know about first aid? Zelda doubts he has much need for it himself.
But she truly appreciates it, nodding gratefully as she steps aside to allow him inside. ] Thank you. I've not had an opportunity to replenish my own stock since the attack.
[ Zelda's apartment isn't much to look at: a few small rooms containing a variety of mismatched pieces of furniture. The front door opens to the largest room, a space that could generously be described as "multi-use." There is a round table with two chairs (because having only one looked unbearably lonely), a cushioned chair next to a window, a desk with yet another chair pushed against one of the walls, and sets of shelves here and there wherever they can it. The far end of the room is an open space containing the kitchen, outfitted with the basics and little more.
She leads Darin to the table, which is covered in a bright yellow tablecloth embroidered with a sunflower motif. A few jars of ointments and small box of cloth bandages sit upon one side of the table. On the other end is a basket containing a torn crimson vest and holster carrying a handgun-- things that don't look like they belong to Zelda. ]
You can set them down here.