[from this distance, there seems to be no reaction. her eyes did move and focus on the movement, but remained so statue-still out of necessity: she can't get herself worked up over and over and waste the energy.
there's a fleeting moment, upon registering who it is, that she remembers fire. who's fault is that, Ardenbury?
slowly, she sits up straighter, and fire gives way to a sense of urgency.
she stretches her hand out his way, reaching and beckoning wordlessly.]
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there's a fleeting moment, upon registering who it is, that she remembers fire. who's fault is that, Ardenbury?
slowly, she sits up straighter, and fire gives way to a sense of urgency.
she stretches her hand out his way, reaching and beckoning wordlessly.]