[The safehouses are getting worse and worse, and at this point, it's essentially impossible for anyone to live there. It's a little hard for Kyna to wrap her head around—they've been such a constant since the day she first arrived—but it's a pipe dream to try to keep the monsters out of them at this point. Even if they could, they're such a mess Kyna thinks people would have a better night's sleep on the floor of the bar.
So, her invitation to Ian back at Vyonation is now more of a necessity. She hasn't seen him much over the past couple of days outside of check-ins and passing conversations, so she's more than a little relieved he's here. She's been worried.
Of course, she didn't think to mention her injured right hand, carefully wrapped in bandages and very obviously hurt without gloves, and it still slips her mind as she waves him in.]
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So, her invitation to Ian back at Vyonation is now more of a necessity. She hasn't seen him much over the past couple of days outside of check-ins and passing conversations, so she's more than a little relieved he's here. She's been worried.
Of course, she didn't think to mention her injured right hand, carefully wrapped in bandages and very obviously hurt without gloves, and it still slips her mind as she waves him in.]
Hey. Home sweet home, right?