It was the first time Hazel managed to drag herself out of her room in a few days; since Margy and Suite's death. There was a certain sort of dull, lifeless air about her as she pressed herself against a wall, too tired to move further in any direction. Her aura was dim, her eyes lacking their usual luster; her body language was limp and exhausted, easily tuckered out by the mere thought of something more engaging than breathing. It was a pathetic sight, really, to see the cocoa feline curled into a loose ball with her tail tucked against her body. Just a week ago she'd merrily gone about her day, playing with Arion in the fields or sketching a flower because her mind was quiet and her head was clear. Things were okay, and she liked them that way. Then...Margy and Suite died, and Hazel felt a great, gaping chasm crack her heart open and swallow every bit of positive progress she'd made, nearly sucking the life out of her. Everything - even her bond with Bastille - seemed to fade into the background. Margy and Suite had taken a part of her with them, and she felt like there was nothing she could do to get it back.

Thea's sudden teleportation and sneezing roused Hazel from her thoughts, though she reacted with only a mere twitch of her ears and a slow blink. It took her a moment to recognize Thea, in a way, essentially having to gather the energy to decide if she wanted to ask the young leopard if she was okay. What the other fireball was doing didn't look to be intentional, but it wasn't until she crashed into someone else did the logic in Hazel's mind win the battle of involvement. "Thea?" Hazel called eventually, struggling to raise her head. Her voice was hoarse, sound scraping past her throat from days of crying and little else. "Are you okay?" It was obvious she wasn't, but Hazel didn't care to think about much else.

Bastille's control had never exactly been impeccable. He knew that, inherently, he should have perfect control over them all, should have Grimmkit's complete mastery as all the hosts tended to — but he was an enigma, he supposed; perhaps that was the only reason Grimm was so interested in him. His souls made things a bit complicated, and that meant that his formerly excellent control went to shit the second his elementals emerged. Now, things seemed relatively contained, the turbulence having passed mostly; but there were still days when nothing obeyed him, and so he found himself willing to feel sympathy for Thea.

His gaze tracked her as she disappeared and reappeared on the other end of the Circle, mouth twitching in the slightest hint of amusement. Bast paced towards her, paused when she vanished once more, and very nearly tripped right the fuck over her as she was suddenly directly in front of him. He blinked at her and commented dryly, [b]"Hi, Thea. Maybe you should let someone check that out, before you find yourself in the middle of Typhoon territory."

[ninjad adaksda] His gaze flickered up from the Fireball to Hazel, and he might have sensed her coming if not for how eerily slack their bond had gone in recent days. He looked straight past Thea in favor of staring at Hazel, feeling the flicker of amusement die in his throat, and there was nothing, really, that he could say. Seeing her out of her damn room finally was little reassurance when she looked like that, and he fought down the sudden urge to demand if she was eating or to interrogate her on her sleep. As it was, he only looked at her quietly.

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