[Jetshard's on her way back from an, admittedly, self-appointed post-mission shift in the infirmary. Said shift had not been as hectic as she'd feared it might be - there had only been a few significant injuries from the showdown with the seagull, and nothing immediately life-threatening - but on the other hand, she's gotten very little sleep in the past few days and she is more than ready to go collapse into the modest beginnings of a pillow pile she's amassed in her respiteblock for a good long while.
When she sees Astolfo on her way through the common room, she musters a small, tight smile in his direction.]
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When she sees Astolfo on her way through the common room, she musters a small, tight smile in his direction.]