Gina looks down at Ozzie’s fish, which has gone belly up. “Oh my god. Abraham? Come on, Abraham?” She sets the fishbowl down at the table and starts batting at it. “Abraham, wake up, you stupid fish! We need to help him; we—” she panics and turns to the group, “Somebody call the vet!” “Gina, it’s dead,” Margaret says soothingly. “What? No!” “It’s dead.” “That’s impossible, he was—” she gestures, “How could he just die? He was alive!” Gina sinks down in front of the fishbowl, her face contorted with grief. “It’s okay, Gina,” Father Doug says. ”…He’s dead.” Other Starcrossed members remain silent, the weight of the past few days sinking in on them. Father Doug pats Gina on the back. “It’s okay,” he repeats, and she takes in a ragged breath.
There are a ton of highlights from tonight’s session, but personal favorite:
After having a really lovely heart-to-heart with Val, our monk - the other tiefling in the party - made an effort to make her feel better by pulling her down to his height and tapping their horns together before asking something like, “does that actually help? I don’t know, I saw rams do it one time…”