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Trixie was anything but discreet with watching the redheaded wonder chomp away at her meal. The prankster's own mouth had gaped open as she marveled at this. Supersis' ability to eat must have been another one of her superpowers, right?
The moment her eyes pried away from the swordswoman, she noticed Syed glancing her way after she sniffed at one of her bowl of blueberries (which she ordered after totally not getting jealous of watching Lisette plop them in bugbread's mouth). Seeing as the mage had done the same thing, Trixie cracked a wry smile in return before returning to plopping blueberries into her own mouth, rather gingerly in comparison to the others. After everyone else passed out at Vandrell barely a month ago, they couldn't be too careful, could they? And she wouldn't admit it, but going without a meal until the morning had left her starved. With Amy on her back however, she wouldn't dare go nuts with her craving for real, not-hospital food as Estelle was free to. Oh well. More time to savor the flavor.
Like the others, Trixie's wounds similarly had healed too. A gash and shallow slices across her face and arms were minor in comparison to the injuries the others had received, and with the agonizing time spent "resting" at the hospital combined with her rather questionably high metabolism, they too had healed in their entirety. Amy still never quite figured out why she was obsessed with placing bandaids all over them, even the sticky parts right atop the cuts themselves, but if they made her feel better...
Amy too had recovered both physically and mentally without any lasting concerns. The condition of her most prized possession troubled her more than her own mental fatigue, seeing as its surface retained its scars (it was stupid to trust Trixie that items could heal themselves, no matter how hopeful they were) - but thanks to Tiberius' offer to upgrade everyone to new equipment, she was relieved to be able give it some new protection under an even fancier staff than before. Perhaps one sparking with gold this time. But for now it'd have to do in her uglyass purse.
Like Dylan, Amy too sipped away at a modest mug of coffee. Although Moira's grand entrance more than caught her attention - primarily the two drinks she carried with her. Didn't look like she was offering. In the meantime, she said nothing as Don's whereabouts were brought into question, instead looking in Trixie's direction.
The younger prankster likewise remained quiet, still plopping in blueberries one at a time. She had definitely noticed the string of unhappiness Don had been going through since the incident at Vandrell - which heavily upset her, seeing as he was the one who gave her hope back in Tabul, even as an enemy technically. Her instincts tugged at her to find and comfort the man, like the others had done for Estelle despite her desire to leave the Pride. But after Vandrell itself, maybe the man could do with some alone time for a bit longer... Amy called for her own room and came back to them, right?
She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Man this was confusing. As long as he doesn't contemplate leaving the team or something, it should be all right, right?