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[sai_delgado]

[OOC: After this.]

It is dark, but she does not care, say true. Susan is sitting on the grass near the stable, knees drawn up and arms resting on them. Her face is buried in her arms, and her unbraided hair spills about her in a golden fall, hiding her from the world.

She is very still, and absolutely quiet.

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[key_youth_bert]

After his conversation with Alain, Cuthbert had thought to walk outside for a bit before turning in, in the hopes of clearing his head and calming himself down.

Any calmness he might have achieved shatters like glass when he sees Susan.

He's at her side in a heartbeat, kneeling, his hands coming to rest on her shoulders.

"...Susan?"

[sai_delgado]

Lost in the darkness of her own thoughts, she hadn't heard him approaching, and so didn't notice his presence until she felt his touch, heard his voice.

She startles, looking up suddenly, gray eyes dark with shock and grief--

"... 'Bert."

[key_youth_bert]

For a moment, all Cuthbert can do is look at her, frozen by what he sees in her eyes.

Then, without a word, he pulls her against himself, wrapping both arms around her.

[sai_delgado]

Her arms go around him in turn, and Susan clings to him as though she were drowning, mayhap, or as though to prevent him from vanishing like a dream.

She does not cry -- she is far past tears. Instead, Susan is silent, breathing harshly, in ragged gasps.