[Chloe's a night owl. Still is and always has been and likely, if she ever returns to the world as she knew it, will keep at it till someone better off in the business that is her life decides to give her a quick end.
So she's shuttling supplies late at night in the rims and frost when the two unintentionally cross paths, bundled up to her ears against the drift as she squints against the darkness to spot--] Oh Jesus Christ.
[And from there Chloe drops what she's carrying, breaks off into a jog at ten feet off to cover the distance between them, gloved fingers unsure of exactly what to do in response to the mess of red she finds once she's there; after a moment, she yanks her coat off for the sake of settling it round Helena's shoulders.] What the bloody hell did you do?
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So she's shuttling supplies late at night in the rims and frost when the two unintentionally cross paths, bundled up to her ears against the drift as she squints against the darkness to spot--] Oh Jesus Christ.
[And from there Chloe drops what she's carrying, breaks off into a jog at ten feet off to cover the distance between them, gloved fingers unsure of exactly what to do in response to the mess of red she finds once she's there; after a moment, she yanks her coat off for the sake of settling it round Helena's shoulders.] What the bloody hell did you do?