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[u][b]Location:[/b][/u] Main Hall
[u][b]Interacting With:[/b][/u] Low [@tigerchuffs][/center]
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The hug was unexpected. Elowen wasn’t one for touching and being touch, Ollie was well aware of that, but here she was, being squeezed by the lithe frame of her best friend for the first time in what probably was forever. It only lasted for a moment, but in her head Oliver felt it go on for a millennium. The rough feeling of the sweater and the smell of her friend’s shampoo lingered on her skin and mind, and Ollie reciprocated the gesture cautiously before Low pulled away to smile at her.

 Ollie read her friend’s face like a book, already seeing the shadow of discomfort from the extended physical contact the two shared, and merely let her own face calm and appear much more gentle as Low greeted her with actual words for the first time this year. Her voice, [i]God[/i], she missed Low’s voice so much. It was like hearing your favorite song after a year of deafness, refreshing and just so damn relaxing.

Before she could move to sit down or say something in response, Low reached forward and traced her fingers over her palm before allowing her pinky to intertwine with Ollie’s. It was a small connection, the usual for her friend, and Ollie tilted her head as a small tug guided her towards the line for food. She then smiled softly, realizing her friend’s plan to get her settled and comfortable before they actually started catching up. Eventually, the wiry pink slipped from her grasp and Ollie glanced up to silently plan their next move before Elowen vanished to the back of the line. She was, once again, alone. Well, not in a literal sense, as many other bodies surrounded her, but she felt as lonely as she had been in the forest a mere moment again. She walked gently through the line, turning up a nose to most of the food until she came across the eggs a pancakes. Yum.

After filling her eyes and shoveling quite a few things onto the plate she wandered quietly back over to Elowen and they proceeded back to the table in a silent storm. Though Low never said anything out loud, Ollie couldn’t help but feel her friend was turning something over mentally. Like she was upset or something. But… Prying was never healthy unless it was needed, and Oliver was never good at knowing when something was needed or not. And so she followed after her friend with only a soft sigh and took a seat beside her. She watched Low eat for a moment, and then turned to dig into her own food, eating the syrup-drenched pancakes delicately.

[b][color=#CCFF66]"Was your trip nice? I drove here from home."[/color][/b]

Ollie blinked, nearly choking on her most recent bite of breakfast food, [color=Gray][b]”you drove all the way down here? From [i]Michigan[/i]?”[/b][/color] A half smile half concerned frown overtook her face, and she leaned her head into her hand as she turned to look at Low over her glasses, [color=gray][b]”I had a fine trip, but how was yours?”[/b][/color] She questioned quietly, smiling as they gently found their happy places within the walls of their small conversations. 

Soon enough, Elowen shared some news on her recovery, and Ollie couldn’t fight the proud smile that beamed across her face. She wanted to just get up right there and squeeze the girl, but instead she outstretched a hand. THis was an invitation; if Elowen wished to she could place her hand within Ollie’s and receive a small, reassuring squeeze, and if not they could simply continue on as if nothing happened. And still Oliver would smile, and say calmly,

[color=Gray][b]”You’ve been doing well, then, I am so proud of you, Low!”[/b][/color]