Room 410, Wednesday Evening
Eve was grateful to Johnny for doing so much to help Savannah, but it left her at a loss as to what to do. And so, rather than emo about it -- well, much, anyway; as a mother, she had a right to a little bit of angsty emo -- she'd tucked herself away in her room with her grimoires, assorted other texts she had around, and was looking for memory-restoring spells.
Not that she'd necessarily try and use them on Savannah, after all -- the mind was a tricky thing to work with -- but it gave her something productive to do and she needed that just then.
Music played softly in the background as Eve worked.
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Not that she'd necessarily try and use them on Savannah, after all -- the mind was a tricky thing to work with -- but it gave her something productive to do and she needed that just then.
Music played softly in the background as Eve worked.
[Open!]