Diplomatic Immunity: Funeral Procession

[Rystil Arden]

Vasha nods, "Do you know where Lynestra's room is? I'd like to talk to her. Maybe she knows something, and she could probably use a shoulder to cry on."

"Yes, I can give you directions to get to my sister's room, if you like...though I think she wants to be alone."

 

[Bront]

"Well, someone needs to talk to her, and I think I might be able to empathize with her more," Vasha says. "Are you going to be ok?"

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Well, someone needs to talk to her, and I think I might be able to empathize with her more," Vasha says. "Are you going to be ok?"

"Yes, I'll be fine. Don't worry about me, Vasha."

 

[Bront]

"Yes, I'll be fine. Don't worry about me, Vasha."

"I worry about anyone I care about, it's part of being a Sister," she says with a smile.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"I worry about anyone I care about, it's part of being a Sister," she says with a smile.

"Part of being a Sister?...Yes, I guess it is. That's why I worry abou Lynestra too."

 

[Bront]

"Part of being a Sister?...Yes, I guess it is. That's why I worry abou Lynestra too."

Vasha smiles, "Let me know if you hear anything, ok?"

Vasha gives Helena a hug from affar (kinda an open air hug). "I'd hug ya, but... well... you know."

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Helena nods.*

"I doubt I will, since I'm usually out of the loop, but if I hear anything, I'll tell you" she raises a perfect eyebrow at the air hug and smiles, "Thanks for trying, Vasha."

 

[Bront]

Vasha smiles and waves to Helena as she heads out and goes looking for Lynestra.

*knock* "Sister, it's Vasha, can I come in?"

 

[Rystil Arden]

Vasha smiles and waves to Helena as she heads out and goes looking for Lynestra.

*knock* "Sister, it's Vasha, can I come in?"

*Vasha hears the sound of crying coming from the room as she approaches. As she knocks, Lynestra calls out in a voice strained from crying:*

"No, please...Sister, I need time alone after... Besides, you don't want to see me like this--I'm a mess."

 

[Bront]

*Vasha hears the sound of crying coming from the room as she approaches. As she knocks, Lynestra calls out in a voice strained from crying:*

"No, please...Sister, I need time alone after... Besides, you don't want to see me like this--I'm a mess."

"That's what Sister's are for... it's a shoulder to cry on," Vasha says. "It's just me, no one else will come in."