"Dalish," she calls out, when she sees him. And she whistles, to get his attention.
Sabine is one level up, leaning against stone edge, enjoying or, at least, experiencing a view of the courtyard, where Gavin had just happened to wander by. She hasn't changed, since he last saw her, although she had spent the first week after getting marked with a shard particularly tense-jawed and quiet, and now she is not. If she sees any changes in him, even from here and after only a second, she isn't inclined to call attention to to it immediately.
It's a nice day, tucked in the midst of all the rain that had been. Her hair is out, a cloud of red curls sitting on shoulders, dressed more like servant than rogue archer. She flicks a glance to the obvious escort trailing him, and flashes them a toothy smile.
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Sabine is one level up, leaning against stone edge, enjoying or, at least, experiencing a view of the courtyard, where Gavin had just happened to wander by. She hasn't changed, since he last saw her, although she had spent the first week after getting marked with a shard particularly tense-jawed and quiet, and now she is not. If she sees any changes in him, even from here and after only a second, she isn't inclined to call attention to to it immediately.
It's a nice day, tucked in the midst of all the rain that had been. Her hair is out, a cloud of red curls sitting on shoulders, dressed more like servant than rogue archer. She flicks a glance to the obvious escort trailing him, and flashes them a toothy smile.