[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#9370DB]Nancy Parker[/color] & [color=9999ff]Andromeda Aldrich[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s14.postimg.org/va61crp9t/giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b][color=#9999ff]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp: Road Heading Towards Servants Quarters
[b][color=#9370DB]Skills:[/color][/b] None[/center][hr]	While Alicia's bedside manner could use some work, Andromeda got the message from both her and Eve rather clearly - she needed to calm herself. She made herself look away from the grisly scene and take a few centering breaths, attempting to put herself back in the memory of stargazing. But rather than the relative ease from a few moments ago, it was additionally challenging. Each time she felt like she had done it and found calm, vivid flashes of the bodies and such came back to her. She pinched her arm slightly and continued to take in deep breaths, until she was finally able to hold that feeling of calm without thinking about the blood.

	Nancy locked eyes with George, knowing there was relatively little she could say that could comfort him. She knew exactly what had happened - and beyond being able to relate some with what had happened to Drem, there wasn't much advice she could give. As long a life as she had lived, she didn't know everything. And she certainly didn't want to know everything - it would take the randomness and chaos out of life, depriving it of its beauty. [color=#9370DB]"Scrapbooking?"[/color] Nancy offered, her voice quiet and low. She knew it was one of George's hobbies and it partnered well with her skill in photography. For a moment, she considered offering to pose him and Peter - at one point in human history, photographs and portraits were done with the recently deceased. But it was too soon - too fresh. Whatever George needed to take his mind off of things, however he needed to process it, that's what they'd do. 

	[color=#9370DB]"Gio, would you mind undoing these cuffs?"[/color] Nancy then asked, not bothering to explain herself to anyone else. Truthfully, she was also starting to become a bit irritated by the restriction in motion. It had made running here from the main house a bit of a challenge in balance and if she had to do a reading, it'd be a pain. She hadn't been especially close with Peter, yet it still pained her to see one of their own lying prone. Sure, he had been a bit stuffy - but so was Eve. And even Gio on occasion. 

	Andromeda gravitated over towards Alicia and Faith, sensing that Eve would have her hands full for the time being. The two that had just arrived - they weren't new Paradoxes. She felt certain of it. In that moment, she felt the gravity of the entire situation - and realized just how much training they would need. Whatever they were up against, it was deadly and cruel. She glanced at Alicia for a moment, wondering just what kept the Destruere from entering the grounds - but she decided to hold her question for now. They had just lost someone. It didn't seem like the time or place.