Reinette had, like Jancis, received notice of the note Franz left giving invitation to all Coralites to the lunch at the Bismarck. Thinking of the few dried foods in her rooms, or the left-over meals upstairs, she decided something hot and prepared by an actual chef would be more than welcome. The duskwight set off by way of boat from the Mists and walked with a leisurely pace through the bottom wharf of Limsa Lominsa. There had been an unusual amount of activity on the docks - each person too busy to be paused and questioned - but it was no concern to the chirurgeon.
Keeping on until she reached the Bismarck, it was then easy to find the group who had gathered by way of Franz's generosity. Reinette lingered a yalm away, watching the activity with an easy smile. Jancis, whom she was fond of, looked to be quite worn for such an easy day. It was good to see her hale and hungry, considering the young lady's recent injuries. It meant her body was healing well, and that put Reinette at ease. Otto Vann, who always surprised her by turning up in interesting places, seemed perfectly at ease with the La Noscean weather. Despite his lack of shirt. She noted Franz, who wore a simple tabard. He looked, by first sights, a simple mercenary from Ul'dah and she wondered at his interests in the lost civilizations. He seemed more intelligent than first put forth.
Reinette finally approached the full table when she saw Sigurd, stepping forward quickly to place her hand upon his shoulder. "Mon cher." A typical greeting, but always with warmth. "I'm glad to see you eating for once." Her left hand lingered on his shoulder, the right hidden with unconscious skill behind his back. It was left maimed by recent scars, clearly burnt even under the half-gloves she wore. At times, the right hand would shake without her notice, as if it were cold.
Turning to the other three, all of whom she considered friends, Reinette bowed from her waist. "Good sun to you all. I hope I am not intruding upon a scene already comfortable. I thought I would come to give company, if it is welcome."
Keeping on until she reached the Bismarck, it was then easy to find the group who had gathered by way of Franz's generosity. Reinette lingered a yalm away, watching the activity with an easy smile. Jancis, whom she was fond of, looked to be quite worn for such an easy day. It was good to see her hale and hungry, considering the young lady's recent injuries. It meant her body was healing well, and that put Reinette at ease. Otto Vann, who always surprised her by turning up in interesting places, seemed perfectly at ease with the La Noscean weather. Despite his lack of shirt. She noted Franz, who wore a simple tabard. He looked, by first sights, a simple mercenary from Ul'dah and she wondered at his interests in the lost civilizations. He seemed more intelligent than first put forth.
Reinette finally approached the full table when she saw Sigurd, stepping forward quickly to place her hand upon his shoulder. "Mon cher." A typical greeting, but always with warmth. "I'm glad to see you eating for once." Her left hand lingered on his shoulder, the right hidden with unconscious skill behind his back. It was left maimed by recent scars, clearly burnt even under the half-gloves she wore. At times, the right hand would shake without her notice, as if it were cold.
Turning to the other three, all of whom she considered friends, Reinette bowed from her waist. "Good sun to you all. I hope I am not intruding upon a scene already comfortable. I thought I would come to give company, if it is welcome."
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