Eleven

[pendantry]

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.]

Comments

[Action]

[enchantressofore]

[That's a small relief, and it shows in her posture.]

Shall I take it to Asami and Leon then, or would you prefer to do so?

[Action]

[pendantry]

It's yours. You should do it.

[At this point, she would almost be okay with Adela in the smithy, because she appears to know what she's doing and some of her other candidates are Deadpool.]

[Action]

[enchantressofore]

[Adela finally manages a smile, relieved and determined at once as she takes the blade back carefully.]

I will, then. You have my gratitude for the opportunity, Raven.