Room 529, Tuesday Evening
It was funny; Tahiri hadn't thought she'd be enjoying herself here so much, and yet she was. A few weeks ago she'd been so sure she'd never be able to crack a smile again, and that she'd never recover from Anakin's death.
She wasn't in any way beyond hurting yet, but she'd been meeting people, even had what she might consider friends, and she'd discovered that laughing was still possible. Something about seeing Jaina, of all people, as a tiny, fuzzy kitten was impossible to not laugh at. Realizing that she could -- it made things a little easier, somehow.
The door was propped open with one of the boots she almost never wore, and Tahiri was rearranging her side of the room a bit, maybe even almost smiling every now and then as she did.
[OOC: Open! I should be around until about 9:30 PST, at which point it will be sleepygoboom time.]
She wasn't in any way beyond hurting yet, but she'd been meeting people, even had what she might consider friends, and she'd discovered that laughing was still possible. Something about seeing Jaina, of all people, as a tiny, fuzzy kitten was impossible to not laugh at. Realizing that she could -- it made things a little easier, somehow.
The door was propped open with one of the boots she almost never wore, and Tahiri was rearranging her side of the room a bit, maybe even almost smiling every now and then as she did.
[OOC: Open! I should be around until about 9:30 PST, at which point it will be sleepygoboom time.]