Chrysocolla stood and watched Seiryuu flee, dull-eyed, and turned and coughed against the wall for half a minute straight until she felt less like she was going to throw up and all of her spine was going to come out along with it -- and she powered down, clutched her jacket tighter, and called an Uber.

She needed to go home. She felt horrible. It was -- an ugly tug at the back of her eyes and her nose was bleeding (it wasn't, it felt like it was) - she needed to go home. She needed to go home.

Hopefully Seiryuu had gone home.

Kyrieko
fin! <3