IN THE WAKE OF SATURDAY ; open, ooc prompt

[Margaery]

[color=#b14767]"You fixed it?" Margaery echoed softly, the next to arrive. She gazed between the pair thoughtfully before taking a seat near Bastillepaw, her stormy blue eyes now fixated on the locket. When the thing had broken, Margaery had been devastated. The gift, while so incredibly small, had been an extension of her very love towards her wife and to see it resemble nothing more than trash had hurt her. Greatly. She supposed she was glad that it had been repaired but she knew that it would never be the same again-  not with that deep scratch marring it's once beautiful, silver surface.

The chocolate point admittedly didn't know why she was here. Every one of her nerves were on high alert and she was resisting the burning desire to distance herself not from Suiteheart, but the bear that she occupied. Through their bond, she was certain that her wife could feel her distress just as she had hers. Before everything had gone to hell, their connection had been good, now, it only magnified the awkwardness of their relationship as Margaery dedicated her very existence to running from Suite. [color=#b14767]"Who fixed it?" She inquired almost skeptically, dismissing her thoughts to steal a glance at the polar bear's large claws. Surely they lacked the nimble ability to salvage the piece of broken jewelry... then who did Suite enlist in to repair the thing? [color=#b14767]"And the pictures?"