It seems impossible — Karen and Claire had given up on ever seeing someone from home again, despite the evidence that they'd been in this place before. Yet there he is, happy as a clam, singing as if he doesn't have a care in the entire, wide world. Which is honestly saying a lot in a place like this.
She's been back in the village only about an hour, just long enough to stow her equipment and use up all the hot water in a nice, long shower, and had just been headed toward the inn to scrounge up something to eat. Her hair's still damp, fanned out across her shoulders and getting her shirt wet, but she doesn't care, doesn't hesitate, instead just rushing in to give him a hug.
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It seems impossible — Karen and Claire had given up on ever seeing someone from home again, despite the evidence that they'd been in this place before. Yet there he is, happy as a clam, singing as if he doesn't have a care in the entire, wide world. Which is honestly saying a lot in a place like this.
She's been back in the village only about an hour, just long enough to stow her equipment and use up all the hot water in a nice, long shower, and had just been headed toward the inn to scrounge up something to eat. Her hair's still damp, fanned out across her shoulders and getting her shirt wet, but she doesn't care, doesn't hesitate, instead just rushing in to give him a hug.