[ He looks, frankly, astonished to see her; for a brief, fleeting instant she wonders if he knows of her fate, if they are somehow beyond the end she'd asked Ethan to give her and this strange place is the eternal existence to which they have all been consigned. Time could have no meaning at all; if either of them met their demise after her own, she would not be aware of it here.
Apart from the obvious element, she does feel rather naked as he looks on her, stripped of the usual trappings that would lend her more dignity in this situation, her face unpowdered and her hair loose. But within the myriad expressions that seem to traverse his features is relief that she's here rather than anywhere else, and she inwardly admits to deriving a personal sense of ease at the sight of a friendly face. Her attention is briefly drawn to the bare expanse of his neck; he does not possess the same mark she does, and her brow furrows in silent curiosity. ]
Yes, of course. [ She steps to the side to afford him space to enter, reflexively drawing the blanket a bit more firmly around her frame. It's cold in the room itself, her feet bare against the floor, but the unconscious shiver that ripples down the length of her spine is a reminder that she is in possession of all her senses, the ability to feel. ]
You said... months? How is that possible? [ In all her surprise she's forgotten to extend the invitation for him to sit down, though the room itself is sparse and lacking in many available options, but she also hasn't seated herself either, taking care to close the door behind them so their conversation won't be overheard. ]
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Apart from the obvious element, she does feel rather naked as he looks on her, stripped of the usual trappings that would lend her more dignity in this situation, her face unpowdered and her hair loose. But within the myriad expressions that seem to traverse his features is relief that she's here rather than anywhere else, and she inwardly admits to deriving a personal sense of ease at the sight of a friendly face. Her attention is briefly drawn to the bare expanse of his neck; he does not possess the same mark she does, and her brow furrows in silent curiosity. ]
Yes, of course. [ She steps to the side to afford him space to enter, reflexively drawing the blanket a bit more firmly around her frame. It's cold in the room itself, her feet bare against the floor, but the unconscious shiver that ripples down the length of her spine is a reminder that she is in possession of all her senses, the ability to feel. ]
You said... months? How is that possible? [ In all her surprise she's forgotten to extend the invitation for him to sit down, though the room itself is sparse and lacking in many available options, but she also hasn't seated herself either, taking care to close the door behind them so their conversation won't be overheard. ]