Nimona's first thought: oh, damn, now that's a metal arrival. Still in the shape of a thin stray dog, she peers out from under one of the tables, already starting to grin as the hearse's door swings open.
And then --
Her eyes widen. As if transfixed, she steps the rest of the way out from under the table, staring as Erin unfurls herself from the car like a queen returning to her rightful throne. "Erin?" she starts to whisper, but the name gets bitten off with the THUMP of Erin hitting the cobblestones two seconds later.
Without thinking, Nimona bounds over to her side. "ERIN!"
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And then --
Her eyes widen. As if transfixed, she steps the rest of the way out from under the table, staring as Erin unfurls herself from the car like a queen returning to her rightful throne. "Erin?" she starts to whisper, but the name gets bitten off with the THUMP of Erin hitting the cobblestones two seconds later.
Without thinking, Nimona bounds over to her side. "ERIN!"