“[color=black]Buddy, I don’t think you know just how weird shit can be around here. It could honestly just be her.” Radeken was honestly relieved. If it was Margaery, people would have an excuse to stop being so moody. She had rescinded her former sentiment in regards to sadness being good for her business. It also meant she couldn’t go on a stroll through the observatory without being annoyingly aware of the mood. So the wolf, who had been drawn near by the yowling of a familiar voice, remained close by. She wasn’t going to try and pull Cooper away, but if he kept at it she might just call him a dumb bastard and help Margaery back (though with how the woman had been yelling, Radeken was certain it was only a matter of time until she drew a crowd of astonished onlookers and tearful friends).
“[color=black]So how are you alive?” If she could take notes on every single instance of a colleague dying and coming back then she absolutely would. Maybe it would give her some insight on how to pull that sort of thing off herself, should the need arise. And, yeah, Radeken wasn’t too positive that this was Margaery because Cooper’s outrage had her suddenly thinking that if animals could die and come back then surely they could die and be replaced by something nefarious, as well? But learning was learning was learning. It was no skin off her nose whether this was actually Margy or some paranormal identity thief.
“[color=black]So how are you alive?” If she could take notes on every single instance of a colleague dying and coming back then she absolutely would. Maybe it would give her some insight on how to pull that sort of thing off herself, should the need arise. And, yeah, Radeken wasn’t too positive that this was Margaery because Cooper’s outrage had her suddenly thinking that if animals could die and come back then surely they could die and be replaced by something nefarious, as well? But learning was learning was learning. It was no skin off her nose whether this was actually Margy or some paranormal identity thief.