Susan and Camilla knock down the Berlin Wall
Susan was…perplexed. In her current form she’d often been perplexed over the last weeks, but this was a particularly bad sort of confusion. The foundation on which she had built what Shaun called her Berlin Wall had been shaken, and she wasn’t quite sure what to do about it. It had cracked, and that crack was spreading fast, and she needed to talk to someone. The only person she really trusted was Camilla, and though Susan hated to have to bother her, at this point she didn’t know what else to do.
So she jotted off a note and owled it, hoping Camilla would have some kind of answers for her. Camilla was good at the whole human thing--if anyone was good with this kind of thing, it would be her. Her handwriting in this state was much like her grandfather’s, and ran like this:
CAMILLA-
IF YOU HAVE TIME, MIGHT I SPEAK WITH YOU? I THINK I NEED SOME ADVICE.
-SUSAN