"I will," she says, and only half believes it. She watches Gideon turn and go, standing in the center of the room with a pile of borrowed clothes in her hands for another minute or two. When she can move again, she goes across the hall and down, slipping into the bathroom and assessing the lock, pressing it closed on instinct. There's no sonic to be seen, and she eyes the bathtub in the corner with a wariness that sits uncomfortably in her chest, her still-frayed nerves jangling with remembered danger.
She doesn't bathe, not all the way, but she finds a cloth and dampens it in the sink, cleaning her face and wiping the dried sweat from her body until she feels restored enough to face wearing the clothes she'd been given. They're comically oversized, floppy and absurd-looking on her skinny frame; she burrows into them anyway, leaving her Lyctoral robes and the clothes she'd arrived in in a pile on the bathroom floor.
Leaving the bathroom again, she can hear Gideon moving around in the living room, grumbling to herself under her breath as she does whatever it is she's doing. Harrow could go in, could force the confrontation still brewing between them, but she pads silently back to the bedroom instead. It feels like surrender, but she's too exhausted, suddenly, to care.
Climbing into Gideon's bed, Harrow wraps the covers around her body, cocooning herself in layers of blankets and sheets. She's asleep almost instantly, her mouth falling slack and her pinched features softening.
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Date: 2021-05-24 06:00 pm (UTC)She doesn't bathe, not all the way, but she finds a cloth and dampens it in the sink, cleaning her face and wiping the dried sweat from her body until she feels restored enough to face wearing the clothes she'd been given. They're comically oversized, floppy and absurd-looking on her skinny frame; she burrows into them anyway, leaving her Lyctoral robes and the clothes she'd arrived in in a pile on the bathroom floor.
Leaving the bathroom again, she can hear Gideon moving around in the living room, grumbling to herself under her breath as she does whatever it is she's doing. Harrow could go in, could force the confrontation still brewing between them, but she pads silently back to the bedroom instead. It feels like surrender, but she's too exhausted, suddenly, to care.
Climbing into Gideon's bed, Harrow wraps the covers around her body, cocooning herself in layers of blankets and sheets. She's asleep almost instantly, her mouth falling slack and her pinched features softening.