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Enter the Valkyrie.

Good thing? She has a very nifty looking naval jacket on over a white sweater and pair of jeans.

Bad thing? She makes her way very, very carefully to the bar, and manages to sit down. "Whatever it was you conjoured up for me last night, I both love you and hate you for it." Svava mutters.

"So a glass of water please, so hopefully soon I can feel well enough to get rid of the hangover on my own." The water appears, and she pats the top off the bar, then winces, and rests her head in her hands.

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She .

*Yrael smiles wryly, ever the little brother.*

Svava, please forgive my sister if she does not speak. I do not believe we would be in anyone's good graces if she did.

*softly* Though I wish we could sing together, again.

Svava manages to shake Astarael's hand, still smiling to her. Then a nod to Yrael.

"I'm still glad to have met you, however. Yrael's one of my best friends, so I'm quite happy to meet one of his sisters."

"...it would be beautiful, Yrael. Of course."

*OOF!*

*After a moment, he chuckles, coughing.*

It was just a thought. Not like I was planning anything.

*He smirks. Older sisters. Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em. For long.*

She blinks at that... then grins, and relaxes quite a bit more. Sibling love and affection crosses worlds and is recognized as such, easily.

"I do think I like you." A faint grin and nod to Astarael.

She .

*dryly* Oh dear. Do not gang up on me, please. I do not think I could withstand it. Not both of you.

*But he's smiling.*

"You would manage to survive somehow, Yrael." She chuckles, grinning at him. "We wouldn't be too bad."

*He smirks, raising an eyebrow.* Mmhmm. Perhaps you should teach Edielweiss the art of pretending, Svava.

*eyes flickering to Astarael* We should talk sometime soon, sister.

"She is a cat, Yrael. I think she manages just fine on her own, with pretending." Svava sips her drink. "Gods know she's had enough fun pretending that my toes under the bed covers are something that should be attacked."

Then she smiles faintly, looking between the two. "You both should.... there is probably a lot to say."

And given that Astarael hasn't said anything that Svava has heard...

*Yrael looks slightly rueful.* Our last meeting was rather... hurried, and without much actual matter to the conversation.

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