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[evocation]

[It takes Kyna longer than she would have liked to learn plane shift, and longer still to master it to the point that no one (read: her brother) thinks she'll accident shift to some terrible hell dimension.

And she manages it, pretty perfectly, actually, although an exhausted girl with pointed ears just appearing in a military base with no warning doesn't get her the warmest welcome.]

Hey, chill, I'm just looking for Wash.

[God, all of them are in armor. It's kind of nuts.]

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[Kyna's not sure if Wash's increased sappiness is because he's high out of his mind or because he missed her or both, but she laughs, squeezing his hand tight.]

Yeah, um... Sorry I was so... snippy.

[And maybe it's a little rude, but Kyna's attention immediately locks onto Wash again. She leans down, touching her forehead to his.]

And I'm sorry I took so long.

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[ Both. It's absolutely both. He's very very high. ]

It's fine. You're here so it's fine.

[ Wash's reassurances are warm and slurred, like he's nodding off again and fighting it. Emily raises a knowing finger. ]

Yes, it's alright, Miss Kyna. I had a feeling about you. I'm rarely wrong, you know! But our soldier needs his rest, don't keep him up too long. He'll be back on his feet before you know it.

[ Maybe Wash would have agreed, but he's asleep again, his hand still clutching Kyna's. ]