a man who loves a diamond.
Hasibe is still not quite used to spending her days in the house, though she's taken to long walks around the neighborhood in the morning to occupy herself--it's not as though she has nothing to do, but she will definitely be happier when she is working more consistently, no matter what path she chooses. In which vein, she has a few things to talk to Henry about, but that will come after she has slept for a couple of hours. In the midst of this dozing, memory comes to her in flashes and starts, and when she wakes she is flat on her back with her arms at either side of her; she rises with a gasp, heart beating hard enough to jump out of her ribs, camisole straps askew.
Whatever woke her was external and not immediately present (maybe the door opening, a presence entering the house, something similar), but the results of her dream and internalized thoughts are more obvious: every object in the room, including the bed she is in, is levitating. If she chose, she could reach above her head and touch the ceiling. Hasibe does not react to this with anything more than startled irritation--she sighs, and everything goes flying down with a crash, though she is able to soften it enough that nothing breaks or shatters. Good thing, too, because not everything in this room is replaceable. The impact does make quite a noise, though, her last-ditch efforts aside.
With a sound of vague frustration mixed with rueful amusement, she tosses herself back on the bed.
Some nap. Things are better, and Hasibe is grateful for the second chance they've been given, but things are also not perfect, and there are still ghosts of memory with which she has to contend, she knows this--it's not even just about Hyde (who still lives with her, in Henry, and they're coming to terms with that, too), it's certain familial tasks, too. Like calling her father for Thanksgiving. The recurring dreams might be a hint, in that regard, because even now, she doesn't always understand her own palatial psyche.
Or maybe it's about something more. She'll look into it, but...later.