Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27235572-20150909005347/@comment-3991308-20150911104822

Kit stepped back, relieved that whatever happened did get sorted. Poor girl, though. He knew how painful it was having your intellectual property – especially personal intellectual property.

He thought back of a time when some tabloid reporter got hold of an exchange of letters between him and a Swedish opera singer. That had been terrible. A small grimace quirked on his face, but that was shortly replaced by concern.

Was his fellow folklorist okay? Obviously not. But Kit wanted to help.

"Hey kid," he said, running up to Lace. "You alright?"