[ Alysia hasn't made a good many friends in this new world yet, preferring to keep to herself and to keep others at arms' length. Being allied with them, proving to be a worthwhile companion...those are things she'll certainly do. She would be foolish to assume she could survive in this world without anyone to help her should she be in peril. She makes nice with the new arrivals and offers to help where she can...but much of it is an act of survival more than true kindness.
Bucky is someone who's...strange. He walks like a ghost might, in and out of crowds, and carries an undeniable weight that she can see in his eyes more than in his countenance. They've spoken before and while somewhat low-spoken, he doesn't seem a cruel man. Not one that should need to be punished.
She finds him outside of the tavern she's gone to play at for an hour or two, the money good enough to buy a bed and a hot meal at the least. He looks lost.
Gently, with a firm tone, she calls out as she gets closer. ]
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Bucky is someone who's...strange. He walks like a ghost might, in and out of crowds, and carries an undeniable weight that she can see in his eyes more than in his countenance. They've spoken before and while somewhat low-spoken, he doesn't seem a cruel man. Not one that should need to be punished.
She finds him outside of the tavern she's gone to play at for an hour or two, the money good enough to buy a bed and a hot meal at the least. He looks lost.
Gently, with a firm tone, she calls out as she gets closer. ]
You look out of place, stranger.