I got no plans, ain't going nowhere (open)
It is entirely possible that the conversation with Prometheus stabilised her more than she realises; in any case, for the first time in a long time she is Up of her own volition.
She has her sewing things out on the kitchen table of her house, along with a highly diluted glass of Bedivere's liquor, and is working steadily on a winter dress for Morvydd, in ruched purple velvet. Her hands move swiftly, tiny stitches, and although she doesn't look happy--does she ever?--there is a slightly relaxed air to her that has been missing for a very, very long time.
She has her sewing things out on the kitchen table of her house, along with a highly diluted glass of Bedivere's liquor, and is working steadily on a winter dress for Morvydd, in ruched purple velvet. Her hands move swiftly, tiny stitches, and although she doesn't look happy--does she ever?--there is a slightly relaxed air to her that has been missing for a very, very long time.