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It's been over a month since she's seen Milliways.
It made her reluctant to return to any space where she could even see The Door.
It's definitely why she spent the afternoon riding, as fast as she could, as far away as possible, before she returned. To Milliways. To the Door. And, eventually, to the House of Arch. To the room she hasn't seen since the night everything was taken away.
She took a long bath before curling up on her bed, thinking about her return.
There isn't even an option in the through process.
Her father needs her; Robin; their people.
But still she falls asleep there, with her hair still dripping rose water in thick, sticking, curls, on top of her pillows and blankets, for the first time not rigid with the tension of being watched.
It made her reluctant to return to any space where she could even see The Door.
It's definitely why she spent the afternoon riding, as fast as she could, as far away as possible, before she returned. To Milliways. To the Door. And, eventually, to the House of Arch. To the room she hasn't seen since the night everything was taken away.
She took a long bath before curling up on her bed, thinking about her return.
There isn't even an option in the through process.
Her father needs her; Robin; their people.
But still she falls asleep there, with her hair still dripping rose water in thick, sticking, curls, on top of her pillows and blankets, for the first time not rigid with the tension of being watched.