YOUR HAPPY FRIENDS CALL YOU DEPRESSING;; return

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Alia. That was a name that Roan... sort of knew. He had never been particularly close to the Cipher-Vantas girl, but he had known of her existence. Knew about her relation to the rest of the family, and cared for her just as he cared for everyone else in The Typhoon. When she had essentially dropped off the face of the map, it was a shame, but also something that the soothsayer was painfully familiar with. Sometimes people just disappeared, and he had accepted that a long time ago, even if he hoped that Alia was alright, wherever she was. He might've caught glimpses of her here or there if he were living a different life, but his duties often left him so busy that he couldn't afford to check in on everyone. He'd probably end up collapsing if he even tried.

With all of this in mind, Roan had a somewhat neutral reaction when he noticed Alia sitting in the middle of camp, looking around. His eyes widened just a bit before he made his way over, questioning, "Alia...? Is that really you?" She had certainly grown, but that made sense. Eight months was nothing to sneeze at, and he had changed pretty drastically in a time period even shorter than that. After a moment of hesitation, he continued, "It's Roan, in case you don't remember. Where have you been?" How have you been was probably a fairly good follow up question, but he refrained for the moment. Had she been keeping herself cooped up inside? She didn't seem to have any injuries, which was a relief for the exhausted medic – not to mention it mostly ruled out capture. Maybe she had just been a bit of a recluse – he could certainly understand that, being the hermit that he was.

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