[ by the time she gathers up the extraneous plantlife and makes her way to Garrus's current location, she can firmly say nothing is really sunny about it. low light, a general sense of calm that's almost at odds with the rest of things lately. it's like moving through a mental fog for her, and she pushes it back, letting the soft glows of native life and the soft glows of technology all mingle together into some vague, cohesive whole. ]
I did say during the light, but I'm not sure we'll find much of that today.
> action | day 120 (daylight hours)
I did say during the light, but I'm not sure we'll find much of that today.