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Éliane’s appearance was not quite as bad as Arton’s morning mug, but it was clear that the redheaded Skaelan officer had spent some time awake during the night. Like the other man, she had some thoughts to mull over that kept her from sleep –but not the coffee!—and her usually, chippy self. Nonetheless, she rebounded quickly, and with a very hot mug of coffee, she attended the morning briefing hosted by the newly freed lord of Osprey. 

With her being so deeply involved at this point, she might as well see it through to the end. When it came to Valheimians lately, she was not feeling like being in a very charitable mood. She however leaned in at the mention of the blight, her suspicions seemingly being validated. 

She didn’t like deserts, but her uniform in its basic form was still suitable enough to weather the sun and sand, even if it wasn’t pleasant. 

She was committed. She nodded along at person that affirmed their hatred of their common foe—first, at Eve, then Rudolf. 

She did raise an eyebrow as Esben, as if to say [i]perhaps[/i] to his joking words.

[b]“I’ll make some extra coffee, then,” [/b]she simply replied, by way of answer.