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Eleven

There's nobody here to make weapons.

[Blunt, void of feeling, and crisp. She doesn't even drum her fingers on the counter beside the open book.]

Winry's gone too.

[One more dart.]

If you want to work here, there's room.

[As long as you leave her alone and don't ask about interviews.]

--

[Those interested in purchasing her wares, picking up things they asked for, or unpleasant conversation with Raven the eternally grumpy, can find her in the smithy in the morning through midafternoon, and then in the cafe, trying and failing to sort out what she's supposed to do with an art club it pains her to attend.]

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[So... Winry's gone, and by the look of the house when she goes to see if Ed might still be there, the resounding emptiness reveals that as well. Hard to say if that's a good thing or not, with the recent returns of people without their memories.

Still it's another name, another face she likely won't be seeing around for a while and that's... sad. Sure, she'd have the memories, but if anything happened to her, then those would be gone as well.

It's with these heavy thoughts in mind that she goes about the rest of her business for the day - but by chance, the redhead is about to cross paths with her, likely inbetween locations.

Of course, she sees the quiet girl at other times - such as the art club, though there's not much conversation there - so greeting her on the street is hardly anything out of the ordinary. Particularly when it's to avoid a collision.]

-- Ah, hello Raven.

Hey.

[And a nod. Raven doesn't know any teachers at home, but it's a career that deserves respect. Noting herself in Raine's path, she also steps aside.]

How have you been holding up?

Holding up?

[The personal-ness of the question strikes her more than the words.]

I heard your message about Winry, and the Smithy.

[Of course Raven is perfectly capable of thinking through the very short logical steps that Raine heard about it, knows she works there too, and is worried.

She just chooses not to.]

I don't have a choice.

There is no choice but to keep going on, but that doesn't mean it's always easy. [Especially on your own. She knows that all too well.]

[What does this woman want, then? Raven's eyes wander, to the fountain and the trees and buildings.]

Okay.

[Well this isn't going very well.]

... Would you like to get a warm drink with me? Tea, or perhaps, cocoa?

[That's a surprise. Raven half-turns, wings shifting against her back.]

Why?

I think we both could use the company.

[Oh. Maybe this woman also lost someone. Raven bristles at the idea of trying to find solidarity with another person, no matter how much she wants it. The person who could do that best, especially when he didn't realize it, he's already gone.]

I guess. [She hears herself say it without precise control of her words.]

Would you like to try the tea shop, or somewhere else? [She hasn't ever really seen Raven in there, but she knows there are other places to find beverages.]

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It doesn't matter to me. [She could find something she liked, probably, and if not, there was water.] Pick one you like.

Are you sure? [It already feels like imposing; the least the girl could do was choose the location she felt the most comfortable with.] I'd rather you'd feel comfortable, but if it really doesn't matter, then I hope you don't mind my choice.

[So many people have this problem, especially here but it was all over Sharance too, of not listening to her when she answers a question once, like if they keep asking they'll get a better answer. It comes up in the smithy whenever people ask how she is.]

It really doesn't matter.

... I see.

In that case, why don't we head over to the tea shop?

[If Raven gives her an indication of yes, then she will lead her in that direction.]

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[Since she has no issue with it, Raven nods, following Raine to the tea shop in silence.]

[When they reach the shop, Raine opens the door and allows Raven to step in.]

Would you prefer chairs, or kneeling?

[She has the feeling the answer would be something along the lines of her not having a preference, but it's courteous to ask.]

Chairs. [Looking at the setup of the room, 'kneeling' doesn't make a lot of sense. They're a bunch of tables with chairs. Raven takes one near to the door and sits down.]

[Good. Raine nods, following Raven toward the table.] I'll go put in our order. What would you like?

[Still feeling uncomfortable, Raven shifts her shoulders, considering her options. Tea, obviously. Hot chocolate? Coffee? To someone whose preferred drink is water, none of them are too impressive.]

Something not too sweet. [It's just shy of being a question.]

Hm... perhaps a green or an herbal tea might work? [Nothing sweet, but she doesn't want her companion to get stuck nursing something she doesn't quite want.]

That's fine. [This woman has so many questions.] Thanks.

You're welcome. I'll be right back.

[And off she goes to put in the request with one of the available workers before settling into the seat across from her.]

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