[Elleru's waiting for him near the water, her hair pulled over her shoulder, fingers running through the lavender strands as she tries to quell her discomfort. She turns as Scaramouche calls her name, still uncertain of how to feel. She considers being angry with him for being avoidant, even if he was only dodging the truth in an effort to spare her feelings; ire bubbles hot in her chest as she sets her eyes upon him, and she's certain then that she cannot forgive him for leaving her so long, even if it wasn't entirely intentional.
But after a second, she feels that fury pass, leaving relief and concern in its wake. She cannot help herself: she closes the gap between them, each step coming faster than the last, and throws her arms around him in a tight embrace. He might want to watch his footing, given she's heavier than she looks, and the impact of her entire body against him isn't exactly light.]
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But after a second, she feels that fury pass, leaving relief and concern in its wake. She cannot help herself: she closes the gap between them, each step coming faster than the last, and throws her arms around him in a tight embrace. He might want to watch his footing, given she's heavier than she looks, and the impact of her entire body against him isn't exactly light.]