[All of that was more than Lin could handle or understand. It all seemed to fly by in an incoherent mess to her. All she could gather is that it was such a horrible thing for a person to endure... And Dextera was one of the few people she liked here.
Bad shit happened, and it wasn't anyone's fault, no matter how it was spun. She's sure it must be that way with Dextera, as well. She offers to help the only way she knows how: a meal.]
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Bad shit happened, and it wasn't anyone's fault, no matter how it was spun. She's sure it must be that way with Dextera, as well. She offers to help the only way she knows how: a meal.]
I still have a bottle of wine left.
Do you want to have a drink with me?