[ how prompt. when winter arrives, he finds her in her quarters. she's had time to shower and dress herself in something other than the clothes in which she'd been sleeping comatose for eight hours. her hair is still drying, but she's perfectly decent. she sits at a low metal vanity table crammed into her room's corner.
it appears she's considering nail polish colours. but when he arrives, she turns her chair (but does not stand). ]
I'm on the mend. [ she doesn't quite know how to explain what's befallen her, so instead she gestures to the low chest at the end of her bed. ] Sit. Make yourself comfortable. Please.
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it appears she's considering nail polish colours. but when he arrives, she turns her chair (but does not stand). ]
I'm on the mend. [ she doesn't quite know how to explain what's befallen her, so instead she gestures to the low chest at the end of her bed. ] Sit. Make yourself comfortable. Please.