Rita. Rita! [ malyen calls out after he catches sight of her, ever on the move like a hummingbird with it's heart pitter-pattering in it's chest. since the wizard's arrival and the subsequent plans made, the tracker's not sure that he's seen rita slow down for a moment.
not as the day turned to night, then the light faded from the next day. mal's not sure she's sleeping. and while it's not his place to protest or comment on anyone's dedication, he was there when remi pointed sharp words at rita too. he knows this is personal. so when he sees rita flitter past where he's seated at a small campfire, away from where many are gathered, with the sort of look that reminds him of a soldier with a mission to complete --- mal stands up and calls out to her. ] I need your help with something! Do you have a moment?
[ it is a dirty trick, actually, but no one ever said that malyen plays by the book. no, not when it comes to things like getting someone to rest and eat a meal. ]
[ rita hasn't really stopped, not while so much has been on the line. once remi's help had apparent and the spark of hope had been ignited, it seemed like there wasn't a moment to waste trying to organize the plans for evacuation efforts, a clutter of papers in her hands with names and ideas of how things will go down.
really, she's barely had time to catch her breath, which she doesn't seem to do either when mal seems to call for her. once upon a time, rita would have met someone's request for help with a groan of hesitance, believing herself ill-suited for any job that required effort, but now she seems to buzz with the intent of making sure everything's in order as she darts over to the campfire, eyes wide with her continued frantic panic. ]
Mal? What is it? Is something wrong!? [ because nothing, nothing, can be going wrong. not now. ]
Come join me for a moment, I need you're help finishing a task. [ he doesn't answer but he waits, motioning her closer so that if she takes a seat beside him mal can deposit a bowl of soup into her hands and take his own with a sly grin.
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not as the day turned to night, then the light faded from the next day. mal's not sure she's sleeping. and while it's not his place to protest or comment on anyone's dedication, he was there when remi pointed sharp words at rita too. he knows this is personal. so when he sees rita flitter past where he's seated at a small campfire, away from where many are gathered, with the sort of look that reminds him of a soldier with a mission to complete --- mal stands up and calls out to her. ] I need your help with something! Do you have a moment?
[ it is a dirty trick, actually, but no one ever said that malyen plays by the book. no, not when it comes to things like getting someone to rest and eat a meal. ]
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really, she's barely had time to catch her breath, which she doesn't seem to do either when mal seems to call for her. once upon a time, rita would have met someone's request for help with a groan of hesitance, believing herself ill-suited for any job that required effort, but now she seems to buzz with the intent of making sure everything's in order as she darts over to the campfire, eyes wide with her continued frantic panic. ]
Mal? What is it? Is something wrong!? [ because nothing, nothing, can be going wrong. not now. ]
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alina is good with her tricks, but he can too. ]