[while she's still getting used to this shop owener thing, being a Runner at least left Rachel with the instinct to look up when a door opens, bell or not. She gives her own faint smile when she sees Nyx before going back to helping a nauseous human woman find something to settle her stomach. Her own was still unsettled, although at the moment it was less from illness and more from emotion. She's remembered the men who came after him--remembers Kisten, waiting in Cinncinati and probably only not trying to find his way here because he's playing scion--but that doesn't mean she can't enjoy the sight of him. In fact, remembering all the men who came between him and Kisten makes those memories even sweeter--he hadn't been like all the others who saw her as just another notch on their broomstick, who got afraid of what she could do or sold her out for their own selfish desires.
Okay, only one guy had done that, but that betrayal was still fresh enough to hurt.
She waited until the woman left with her mixture of peppermint, rowan, and willow bark--not what Rachel would have liked, but she couldn't quite remember the recipe she knew she had in one of her mother's old books so was playing it safe--to take a better look at Nyx. Even if she was off the market, it wasn't a crime to look, she thought with a grin, even as she rubbed at the black gold bracelet she now remembered had come from Kisten. He appreciated that she was a pure-hearted slut, even if she'd smacked him for saying it that way. He wouldn't mind her apprecating what she'd been too afraid to keep]
Hey there. [she says, warmly, stepping around the counter] Anything I can help you find?
[when she notices the hand on his stomach, she takes a quiet breath, quickly drawing up her second sight--glad she's not spelling, just looking, so the worst he'll hopefully notice if he turns too quickly is her hair floating in the air a bit and maybe the smell of ozone. Focusing just on him, her brow knits a little at the colors and their hues. She's seen blue and purple on quite a few people--Ceri's aura, under all that smut, is blue, that's good. Purple...strong magic, probably. The grey is worrying, of course. The illness? Or did someone--something--attack his aura directly? Either way, not good. She drops her second sight quickly enough, putting her smile back in place]
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Okay, only one guy had done that, but that betrayal was still fresh enough to hurt.
She waited until the woman left with her mixture of peppermint, rowan, and willow bark--not what Rachel would have liked, but she couldn't quite remember the recipe she knew she had in one of her mother's old books so was playing it safe--to take a better look at Nyx. Even if she was off the market, it wasn't a crime to look, she thought with a grin, even as she rubbed at the black gold bracelet she now remembered had come from Kisten. He appreciated that she was a pure-hearted slut, even if she'd smacked him for saying it that way. He wouldn't mind her apprecating what she'd been too afraid to keep]
Hey there. [she says, warmly, stepping around the counter] Anything I can help you find?
[when she notices the hand on his stomach, she takes a quiet breath, quickly drawing up her second sight--glad she's not spelling, just looking, so the worst he'll hopefully notice if he turns too quickly is her hair floating in the air a bit and maybe the smell of ozone. Focusing just on him, her brow knits a little at the colors and their hues. She's seen blue and purple on quite a few people--Ceri's aura, under all that smut, is blue, that's good. Purple...strong magic, probably. The grey is worrying, of course. The illness? Or did someone--something--attack his aura directly? Either way, not good. She drops her second sight quickly enough, putting her smile back in place]