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[keeperfromtheflame]

People would tell me how much they hated this place.  Why they thought it was awful.

I used to think that it wasn't so bad, really.

[Hazel's expression is stone-faced and her tone calm, but there was a noticeable tightness to her shoulders.  She was sitting on her bed with a borderline defeated aura, closet door behind her partially open and a...bow in hand.]

[Those who had known him may or may not recognize it as Frank's bow.]

[Her fingers gripped it so tightly, it was a wonder the wood hadn't broken in half yet.]

Now?  I finally get it.

Comments

[superagent]

No, I guess not, but I think we have enough people here who might want to help if they had some good direction.

[keeperfromtheflame]

What kind of direction?

[superagent]

Emergency response lessons, for one, and how to approach a scared new person safely when they could easily be armed or coming out of combat.

[keeperfromtheflame]

[...huh.]

[That was something Hazel could definitely relate to, given how many of those personalities types she'd come to know over the last year. Not everybody arriving in Haven might have been so calm about it as she and Frank had. And he was right; there were those who could have easily been pulled from mid-battle, when the adrenaline was still coursing through their veins and instincts had taken over any lingering sense of logic or reason.]

I suppose that's better than just waiting for them to calm down.