I'm sure he recognized you despite your desperate attire.
[Artemis tapped the top of his clear cheek meaningfully.]
Some things are just memorable that way.
[Artemis couldn't resist that small jibe, not after not seeing her in so long and not after worrying for her. Not that he'd tell her.]
[He brought a hand up to smooth back his hair, semi-conscious of smart attire clashing with her rugged road-worn look, making them look an odd pair in the middle of the center, but he's ignoring such trivial things.]
[He's unsure how to continue down the line of conversation he wishes to, finding it a bit unsettling and possibly not his place but he presses on anyway out of concern.]
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I'm sure he recognized you despite your desperate attire.
[Artemis tapped the top of his clear cheek meaningfully.]
Some things are just memorable that way.
[Artemis couldn't resist that small jibe, not after not seeing her in so long and not after worrying for her. Not that he'd tell her.]
[He brought a hand up to smooth back his hair, semi-conscious of smart attire clashing with her rugged road-worn look, making them look an odd pair in the middle of the center, but he's ignoring such trivial things.]
[He's unsure how to continue down the line of conversation he wishes to, finding it a bit unsettling and possibly not his place but he presses on anyway out of concern.]
How are you, Heather?