[She makes her way there shortly after, and here is what Aziraphale sees: Eleven has her arms crossed. She's still wearing the same yellow and black pattern fashion crime she arrived in, but she's at least gained shoes since the last time he saw her in person - he may or may not have noticed on the ferry that she was barefoot.
A curious addition to her attire is the beak shaped cone over her nose and mouth, hence the muffled voice. He may or may not know that Misty gave those out, with herbs and spices in them to help with the stink of the flowers. And while those have wilted and the thunderstorm has washed the stink away, it looks like Eleven has making a Fashion Choice here. She's still wearing hers.
It's creepy. But maybe also sort of adorable. Harder to read her face like this, but the brows are drown together and down. Definitely a frown. The lantern floats in the air behind air - her arms are crossed. She pauses for a moment, observes Aziraphale, and then stalks towards him with firms strides, the crease between her brows deepending.
There's an intensity here. The girl is on a mission, resolved to whatever her intention might be. And she walks right up to him, right up into his face...
... and then her arms firmly and tightly wrap around him in a hug.]
It's okay. You tried. Mistakes happen. It'll be okay.
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A curious addition to her attire is the beak shaped cone over her nose and mouth, hence the muffled voice. He may or may not know that Misty gave those out, with herbs and spices in them to help with the stink of the flowers. And while those have wilted and the thunderstorm has washed the stink away, it looks like Eleven has making a Fashion Choice here. She's still wearing hers.
It's creepy. But maybe also sort of adorable. Harder to read her face like this, but the brows are drown together and down. Definitely a frown. The lantern floats in the air behind air - her arms are crossed. She pauses for a moment, observes Aziraphale, and then stalks towards him with firms strides, the crease between her brows deepending.
There's an intensity here. The girl is on a mission, resolved to whatever her intention might be. And she walks right up to him, right up into his face...
... and then her arms firmly and tightly wrap around him in a hug.]
It's okay. You tried. Mistakes happen. It'll be okay.