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Mahri closes the door to her apartment, leaning against it. Inhaling deeply before exhaling slowly.
She’s gotten better, getting used to the noise of people. She doesn’t have to force herself to tune it all out anymore or to be in a battle stance to listen out for folks in it.
But...some days, it’s just too much.
She stands up slowly, in the silence of her apartment. She sits down at one of her goldsmithing desk and just.
Tinkers silently. Without the clamor.