Of course Julien had been there. It didn't matter that she hadn't seen him in the odd blur of faces that came after shaking Somma's hand, and it didn't shake any of the certainty in Eileen's bones that he had watched from the first moment to the last.
It's still an odd relief to see him. It's still some small, uncomfortable weight off her chest that--despite the lack of formal praise--something more approving than not has clearly brought him back again.
"...a bit." The bandage isn't even visible beneath her sleeve. "I... barely felt it."
Which had been somewhat terrifying, although she's sure she doesn't need to say.
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Date: 2016-03-22 09:25 pm (UTC)It's still an odd relief to see him. It's still some small, uncomfortable weight off her chest that--despite the lack of formal praise--something more approving than not has clearly brought him back again.
"...a bit." The bandage isn't even visible beneath her sleeve. "I... barely felt it."
Which had been somewhat terrifying, although she's sure she doesn't need to say.