Not being met with active hostility is an improvement, honestly.
Clarisse swallows and slows in her approach. She's not planning on turning around—the training yard, at least, is a familiar constant whether Riftwatch remembers her or not, and the training dummies don't give her suspicious looks, either—but now she feels a little awkward about being here.
Siegfried wasn't her friend, though. Just a colleague. This doesn't have to be weird...er than any interaction she'd have with him on a normal day.
"Hey." She gives him a curt nod, and then adds, "Hey, Artie." She's beyond expecting anything other than what she gets, which is a long stare from the griffon.
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Clarisse swallows and slows in her approach. She's not planning on turning around—the training yard, at least, is a familiar constant whether Riftwatch remembers her or not, and the training dummies don't give her suspicious looks, either—but now she feels a little awkward about being here.
Siegfried wasn't her friend, though. Just a colleague. This doesn't have to be weird...er than any interaction she'd have with him on a normal day.
"Hey." She gives him a curt nod, and then adds, "Hey, Artie." She's beyond expecting anything other than what she gets, which is a long stare from the griffon.