you hold me without touch; you keep me without chains.
[ooc: just moments after an encounter with Druitt that took a surprising turn.]
She wanders down one of the many corridors of her home, blood on her skin and on her clothing but she doesn't notice. She looks lost, something very uncharacteristic of a woman who hasn't felt like she's belonged in a very long time and has therefore grown to appear adjusted.
Before long, she's standing outside of a door, not knocking, not even sure if she's intending to. Just standing. It takes her a lot longer to realize who's door it is.
She wanders down one of the many corridors of her home, blood on her skin and on her clothing but she doesn't notice. She looks lost, something very uncharacteristic of a woman who hasn't felt like she's belonged in a very long time and has therefore grown to appear adjusted.
Before long, she's standing outside of a door, not knocking, not even sure if she's intending to. Just standing. It takes her a lot longer to realize who's door it is.