She steps back to let him in. Her apartment isn't a mess, only lived in - a quilt left over the couch for warmth, books on the table, a candle burning on the small altar she keeps. If one walked in while she was out, there's enough to say she's still functional. But still, still, that air of something heavy. Like she doesn't know what to do with herself, as she settles near the open window, hands left at a loss for what to touch. Chills has gone out for the morning, and so she has nothing to hold.
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She steps back to let him in. Her apartment isn't a mess, only lived in - a quilt left over the couch for warmth, books on the table, a candle burning on the small altar she keeps. If one walked in while she was out, there's enough to say she's still functional. But still, still, that air of something heavy. Like she doesn't know what to do with herself, as she settles near the open window, hands left at a loss for what to touch. Chills has gone out for the morning, and so she has nothing to hold.
"I promised you answers, so. Ask away."