[Seriously, she's out in the city, isn't she? Therion's taking a breather himself in an alley off the road when he sees the girl drift off the street, put her head down, and pass the hell out.
He blinks, astonished, and then steps out of the shadows.]
Cordelia...?
[No, it's not her. Different hair, different dress, though it still has something of noble wealth about it. Under other circumstances, he'd be tempted to search her for valuables, but there's too much going on already. Instead, Therion picks his way over, oil lamp thumping distractingly against his leg, and crouches near her body.]
Hey. You okay?
[He hopes it's not a body-body. That'd be just what he needs.]
Out in the city
He blinks, astonished, and then steps out of the shadows.]
Cordelia...?
[No, it's not her. Different hair, different dress, though it still has something of noble wealth about it. Under other circumstances, he'd be tempted to search her for valuables, but there's too much going on already. Instead, Therion picks his way over, oil lamp thumping distractingly against his leg, and crouches near her body.]
Hey. You okay?
[He hopes it's not a body-body. That'd be just what he needs.]