[There is an open door leading into a nicely-furnished bedroom in this neutral hallway. The bed is made, bay window open to let in the interdimensional summer breeze; shafts of afternoon sunlight filtering in and playing off the specks of dust, making the hardwood flooring gleam.
The door to the en-suite is easily visible from the doorway. It is-- dented and cracked.
(A bird outside the window chirps.)
From the other side comes the sound of frantic half-sobs; a steady stream of hysteric words too jumbled to make out. Then retching.]
[ooc: Lenalee finally got herself
exorcised back at the start of June. Now she's back! Tags will be on the slow-ish side.]