Aside from the mess that's now half-lost to the void, thanks to Amélie's efforts. But she won't pick at it, won't fuss. Draws her arms up and folds them across her knees as she surveys the rest of the trash strewn across the room the way a photographer might survey a dying jungle expanse.
"Might be for the best if we let Amélie get some rest."
Some real, human rest. A thought that's drowned out when Sombra yawns tiredly a split second later, still somewhat worn-through.
They've got a big mission ahead of them, after all.
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Aside from the mess that's now half-lost to the void, thanks to Amélie's efforts. But she won't pick at it, won't fuss. Draws her arms up and folds them across her knees as she surveys the rest of the trash strewn across the room the way a photographer might survey a dying jungle expanse.
"Might be for the best if we let Amélie get some rest."
Some real, human rest. A thought that's drowned out when Sombra yawns tiredly a split second later, still somewhat worn-through.
They've got a big mission ahead of them, after all.
"And you too, hermano."