FIRST on the list of matters people to tend to: Sera. Had Herah known ( or
even as much as expected ) for them to wind up in the Fade back at Adamant
Fortress, she likely would have spared her the visit there those several days
ago. She may be cold to many, but she is not one to condone senseless suffering.
Her pace is one fuelled by haste as such, for despite appearances, at least those
made in public, she cares—- a lot, in certain cases. This is one such instance.
She brushes past the people who greet her at the top of the stairs, entirely
forgetting to pay them the same respect given the hurry she is in. Her step
however s l o w s once she arrives at Sera’s door. Rigid hand lowers to the
doorknob just as steadily then, twisting it gently after rapping the door with
her free fingers. ❝ Sera? ❞ It’s not an inquiry toward her presence, not pre-
-cisely; not as much as it is an announcement of her own arrival. Eyes find
her just as easily as they did when she first checked up on her immediately
after their return. Maybe ( though not likely ) she’s recovered from it. ❝ Do
you have a moment? ❞