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[Looking at Riley isn't unlike staring down into the dark, churning waters of a river. Something is moving behind her eyes. Some thought she won't express, ugly and unhappy, whose shape he can't know. Only that it's pulled her under and she's been pulled out to sea. They aren't strangers, but they aren't friends either. It's not his place to judge her and it's not his place to comfort her. The best he can do is see her on her way.]

Okay. See you around, Riley.

[He steps out of her way. He's not entirely sure if it helps for Harpies to have room to take off, but there's room if she needs it.]