Rosamund can't look away. She had been a mess on the Eudora. Constantly crying at these shows, hiding her face as she openly wept. Now she keeps her eyes on Justice, fading to Anders, coming to the battered, leaking mess that's become of Boothill's metal body. Not so inhuman after all, it seems. Not if there's a part of him the knife can find.
She lets that hand drift again, tilting Vi's head towards her shoulder. Resting her cheek atop it and taking her own comfort in the warmth.]
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Rosamund can't look away. She had been a mess on the Eudora. Constantly crying at these shows, hiding her face as she openly wept. Now she keeps her eyes on Justice, fading to Anders, coming to the battered, leaking mess that's become of Boothill's metal body. Not so inhuman after all, it seems. Not if there's a part of him the knife can find.
She lets that hand drift again, tilting Vi's head towards her shoulder. Resting her cheek atop it and taking her own comfort in the warmth.]