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Jill slipped the last letter into Lionel's mailbox - it'd been a task, getting them all done and getting here (she'd realised just after she'd been about to ask for help that she did have a horse, and even though the world'd tinged a bit gray when she'd mounted, the gentle walk was a good one for her, letting her think as she rode.)
It'd been... It'd been a week. She looked like hell, had broken ribs, didn't want to go home - but certainly couldn't stay here in the Compound. She padded to the kitchen, knowing full well that she should get going, but all she wanted this moment was a good, hot cup of tea.
"What'm I doing?" She mumbled it to herself, careful of her ribs as she stretched to grab a cup. Things were even more upset then usual, and she was taking a leave of absence from the Psych Office. Perhaps that meant that she could get more done with her thesis, but even she knew that she was withdrawing from the stability she'd built for herself over time. No training. No work.
Maybe she could read.
Jill looked up at the sound of footsteps, the words automatic before she even looked to see who had just entered the kitchen. "Would you like some tea? I'm making myself some already."
OOC: Not a bad time to meet her or talk. If you've gotten a letter, feel free to talk to her if you like. :D ST/LT welcome, new tags open until Christmas day. Post is timed to early evening, 12/22.
It'd been... It'd been a week. She looked like hell, had broken ribs, didn't want to go home - but certainly couldn't stay here in the Compound. She padded to the kitchen, knowing full well that she should get going, but all she wanted this moment was a good, hot cup of tea.
"What'm I doing?" She mumbled it to herself, careful of her ribs as she stretched to grab a cup. Things were even more upset then usual, and she was taking a leave of absence from the Psych Office. Perhaps that meant that she could get more done with her thesis, but even she knew that she was withdrawing from the stability she'd built for herself over time. No training. No work.
Maybe she could read.
Jill looked up at the sound of footsteps, the words automatic before she even looked to see who had just entered the kitchen. "Would you like some tea? I'm making myself some already."
OOC: Not a bad time to meet her or talk. If you've gotten a letter, feel free to talk to her if you like. :D ST/LT welcome, new tags open until Christmas day. Post is timed to early evening, 12/22.