"Glorious," Erin murmurs. Her haze pops into smoky roses that drift and float while she smiles wistfully. "Truly, deeply glorious, Bash. I can't help with ghosts but you have my best wishes for what they're worth, and my talents if you can think of a use for them. They haven't been terribly helpful in this uh, esoteric crisis but I'm ready."
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Date: 2022-10-20 03:51 pm (UTC)