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Absinth's chest clenched with a mixture of gratitude and concern as she listened to Yarra's recounting of her encounter with her father. The mere mention of him stirred a horrible twisting of emotions within her, but she pushed them aside, focusing instead on the injured woman before her. He could deal with… herself later. Her lips twitched into a half-hearted smile at Yarra's attempt at levity, though it quickly faded as the gravity of the situation settled back over them like a heavy shroud. She reached out, fingers tracing Yarrabelle’s cheek as she focused on her words rather than the dread knotting in her stomach.

Her father was wet? Then he came from across the ocean. Fuck. Clearly unhinged? Double fuck. Absinth froze as Yarra spoke of a scuffle, and that her name had been slipped. Damn. The monochromatic woman’s emeralds met the magenta woman’s gaze carefully as Yarra spoke, as she rubbed at her ribs, and especially as she reassured her that she’d protected her location in the end. What was there to find? Absinth didn’t think Yarrabelle would lie to her, not when she could be her brutally honest self.

“Thank you. I believe you.” Absinth smirked softly, her voice laced with relief and certainty. “He is a bitch. A nutjob. What did he do to you? What… did he seem like?” She paused, her gaze locking with Yarra's, searching for any trace of more pain or suffering. She wanted to know how her father seemed; mad? Sad? Sane? The last one seemed the scariest. Which of his poisons was he going to bring to her doorstep?
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