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Hera nodded at Persia and gave the girl a reassuring smile. "Yes, I know that much by now. Luckily you won't be expected to speak much. Just your name and maybe your work when asked. And that's only the first part of the evening. Somewhere in the middle of the event you can sneak away without...

Feeling lighter than she had in quite a while, Hera sat down in her chair and picked up her cup of cocoa from the table. It was a bit cold now, but that didn't matter. It was still good. "You see, our job would be to steal a necklace from a rather wealthy lady. Security is tight around her...

Hera wasn't surprised that Persia liked working with her. Despite their different methods, they worked well together. No, what surprised her was that the girl had admitted it. Perhaps she had done a bit of soul-searching these last few weeks. In any case, Hera lit up at the words. "I enjoyed...

Hera let out a hum, just to show that she had heard since she didn't know what to say. God, when did she run out words? She knew how the market was for these things, but she didn't want to talk about work. No, it was much more interesting how Persia was acting. Hera didn't think she'd ever seen...

Hera patiently waited for the girl to collect her thoughts, letting the silence settle around her. She had never minded the silence, even awkward silences had a sort of soothing stillness to them. It felt nice after all the noise and action she had had the last couple of weeks. "Hmmm, I see,"...

Hera stood there and just looked at Persia for a bit, unsure what to do. God, she hated this feeling of absolute helplessness. "OK," she echoed eloquently. It was a start at least. With a deep breath to collect her thoughts, Hera grasped at the first thread of conversation that popped into her...

"Well hold on just a second!" Hera reached out to touch the girl's shoulder, but drew her hand back at the last second. Surely her outburst should be enough to get Persia's attention, no need for unnecessary touching. No matter how much Hera wished to, she couldn't help but remember all the...

Hera blinked slowly, not entirely sure what the girl meant. Of course, she had a few guesses, but Persia continued to be an enigma all the same. "You don't need to make it up to me. You haven't done anything wrong." Well, nothing Hera considered to be wrong. Sure the girl had some anger issues...

With a smile, Hera disappeared into the kitchen to prepare the drink. It was now hitting her how odd it was to have Persia back here. They hadn't parted on the best of terms, but for Hera time had glossed over the event to the point where she could look back on it without feeling any of the same...

Skimbles was having an absolute field day with all of these boxes. He didn't even care that they were all taped closed, just pushing them around and jumping on top of them seemed to keep him occupied all day. Hera was just glad he hadn't tried to sharpen his claws on one of the flimsier ones...

Hera didn't know whether the distance she got from Persia the following weeks was a blessing or a curse. And as she often did when she felt uncertain about something, she ended up asking Jamie. Not that that helped. Her best friend seemed to be pretty skeptical about the other thief, and Hera...

Walking to Jamie's place felt like it had taken forever and like no time had passed at the same time. It was getting darker out, which only added to Hera's bad mood. And usually she liked the night too, so that was saying something. Her thoughts had of course kept gnawing at her the entire way...

Hera flinched at Persia's cold tone. That was the last thing she had expected. She was used to outbursts of anger, shouting, things like that. And she could deal with those things. Not this though. She looked at Persia, trying to see if there was anything she could say to make things better. But...

Hera winced at the girl's volume, squashing down the urge to cover her ears. She had a feeling that wouldn't be taken too well right now. Or ever. "I..." Hera trialed off, not sure what to say. To any of it. She desperately wanted to ignore Persia stealing the heart for her, because her brain...

Hera frowned. Looking out the window, she was tempted to just exit this entire situation. To just go home and relax and forget this conversation. Well, not forget it, but have it some other time when she had more energy. "I'm not much of a materialistic person." Especially now that she had to...

"I..." Hera honestly didn't know what to say to that. It took her mind a few seconds to catch up, and when it did it still didn't make things any clearer. Caught up in all of the things happening lately, Hera had completely forgotten about that event. It was odd that Persia was still thinking...

"I like it, I guess," She said with a shrug. "It's pretty." Just not all that useful. Hera didn't own anything that wasn't useful or wasn't a trinket with a memory attached to it. She often blamed Skimbles for that, but that wasn't the entire reason. As cluttered as her apartment could be, there...

Hera gave a snort of amusement, happy that Persia seemed to be in a good mood. All in all, this day had been quite a success. "Thank god. I really don't want to see that heart ever again," She said with a shudder. Just the knowledge that the fragile crystal was in this car and probably not...

"Oh, right. Sorry," Hera replied with a sheepish smile. "I told you I'm no good with plans." If there was too much focus on the bigger stuff, she always forgot the details. Better to not have a plan at all then. She was just glad nothing too bad had come of it. And Persia didn't seem upset...

Hera almost flinched when Persia tapped her on the shoulder, but managed to keep herself still. Jeez, she could have sworn her spatial awareness was better than this. How had the girl managed to sneak up on her? No matter, that wasn't important right now. She turned to Persia, giving her a...