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Violet Reaper straightened, looking at the giant man curiously. A small grin, so slight that calling it a 'smile' would be a stretch, pulled at the corners of the Ukrainian woman's little mouth. "I've been fine. Everyone there handled the threat well, I believe, so it wasn't just me. And I would love your steamed veggie buns, they're one of my favorites." Surprisingly, Niflheim wasn't as stand offish towards Guardian. Perhaps due to his stature, as it reminded her of her Uncle at home, or maybe simply because she knew him beforehand. Either way, she was much friendlier towards the battle scarred hero than Mrs. Pickles.
Too consumed in the polite conversation, Reaper had noticed at last second the woman behind the tall man, ready for an attack. Before Niflheim could warn him, the light hammer struck down and the Violet Reaper visibly cringed as she watched poor Guardian fly into the wall. Man, that looked like it hurt.
The outburst, though almost incoherent with rage, still caught the woman's attention. Dreadlock? In the ICU? I'd never imagine such a thing... but I'm sure she's perfectly fine, knowing her. However, Niflheim didn't voice her opinion on the over reaction, blinking in surprise as the women hugged her. It took her a moment before Niflheim recognized her, an encourager when Niflheim was only a C-Rank and her family was brought in as refugees earlier by the church. That seemed so long ago...
"Everyone is fine, thank you." Reaper returned the hug hesitantly, not one for human contact.
But, then again, the most likely bipolar Mother turned on the newcomer. Violet was about to step out of the way, but... something stopped her. The look on Clarence's face, it just seemed so familiar. Like her little myshka when she says she couldn't be home for dinner that night...
A gentle gloved hand was placed down upon Angel Grace's opposite shoulder, firm but kind. "HQ will be angry with you if you hurt the boy, Angel. That was so long ago, you shouldn't be hung up on that. It causes unneeded stress." The Ukrainian woman stepped away to kneel besides Guardian's head, facing the two as she lifted his head onto her lap, trying to wake him up. "Plus, you have to tell me what happened to Dreadlock. I'm curious."
