[ A faint pang of guilt (they'd all be laying low now). She'll be able to sense his approach if she looks for it, picking his way across the muddy grass long before he comes into sight. ]
Hey. [ A tension runs along his shoulders. He pulls his hood down as he gets closer, eyebrows knitting together. ] What're you doing out here?
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Hey. [ A tension runs along his shoulders. He pulls his hood down as he gets closer, eyebrows knitting together. ] What're you doing out here?