[Ivar stays moody and quiet as they go outside. He's still a touch sour about being woken up out of a sound sleep. Running a hand through his hair, which looks unusually fluffy since he didn't have time to take a brush to it, he finally notices what she looks like. Jeez, she's been put through the wringer.
Something unusual rises up in the back of his mind, an emotion he doesn't really know what to do with. It's concern, though it's so foreign he can't even recognize it. His lips quirk into a small smile.]
What happened? Did you get involved in a war?
[Whatever she's been doing, it's clearly been active.]
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Something unusual rises up in the back of his mind, an emotion he doesn't really know what to do with. It's concern, though it's so foreign he can't even recognize it. His lips quirk into a small smile.]
What happened? Did you get involved in a war?
[Whatever she's been doing, it's clearly been active.]