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[Now that her welcome wagon via land and sky have delivered Penelo to Troia, she's taking the time to look around and stock up on supplies. She's happily discovered her gil is accepted currency and determined to be ready for whatever lies ahead. Oddly, faced with the prospect of being on her own and not having to chase after Vaan, she's not entirely sure what to do with herself, aside from begin the process of finding her friends.

Thus, she's browsing the shops, buying only the bare minimum necessary, and pausing to chat with some of the locals.]

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[Penelo spots them both, an amused smile on her face. Reks reminds her so much of Vaan right now. She's realized too that Mjrn seems quite close to both him and somehow herself.]

There you are! I'm sorry for wandering off. I wanted to make sure I had enough supplies. You'll want to be off soon, won't you?

[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

It is no trouble.

[Mjrn pauses before her, a glance and smile backward for Reks before she turns her attention to their friend. She tilts tilts her head at the question, thoughtful.]

There is a hunt on another continent that is of interest to me. Other than this, there were no specific plans. I would not hurry you, if you wish to linger.

[danceawaypain.livejournal.com]

[Her head drops just a touch as her voice sounds a hint of sad.]

Oh no, I don't need to linger. Just... I'm worried about Larsa, but I'm not sure he wants anything to do with me now.

[She perks back up as Reks speaks and her smile returns. It's too good to see him.]

I was thinking that about you.

[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

Larsa?

[Mjrn's brow furrowed, as she glanced to Reks and then Penelo.]

I thought he would rejoice in your return.

[danceawaypain.livejournal.com]

I said something about Vaan and Balthier and he got... upset. He said something about Vayne being murdered, but he's been dead for years. I don't understand.

[Whatever Larsa said to her hurt, and it's written all over her face.]

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[Penelo nods thoughtfully, trying to make sense of that, while struggling with memories of a stunned Larsa on Bahamut juxtaposed against one of him crying in a room. Only the second makes no sense to her.]

That must be it. Poor Larsa.

[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

[Mjrn nods, sympathetic.]

Indeed. I am certain he will wish to see you again, when he is able.

[danceawaypain.livejournal.com]

I haven't yet, no. I'm not sure he wants to see me. But if you don't mind, I would like to visit.