My unicorn got run over by a tractor

Octavia had settled since the weekend, too. It felt like a reset, almost, just being somewhere else. And outwardly, you didn't really need to look much further for the effects of that than what she was wearing: a loose, thin caftan-style dress she'd picked up in town earlier in the week.

Her fingers brushed against the back of his head in a gentle sort of greeting touch as she stepped up to where he was sitting.

"Ha yun, jaka."