Second Floor Girl's Shower to Room 218, Laaaaaate Tuesday Night

[glacial_witch]

Karla hunkered down in the corner of the shower and cried. She'd managed to keep up her facade of 'no, no, I'm fine' up through the portal trip and back to the dorms. She'd begun shaking in her room, kicking the blood-soaked gown into a corner with a cry of horror. By the time she'd gotten into a shower, she'd been sobbing

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[not_a_parakeet]

Warren had gotten Emma's message. He'd gotten it while a good hundred feet off of the ground, taking advantage of a beautiful night even though he'd sworn up and down that he was going to avoid the dark altogether for just about the rest of his life, which would explain why he was dressed and making his way to Karla's room so quickly.

Because... Really, you don't get a message like that and waste any time in the world acting on it. He would have come running in his underpants just as quickly.

"Karla?" A careful knock on the door to her room. "Are you in there?"

He wasn't going to ask if she was okay. If what Emma said was true, then it was safe to assume that she was anything but.

[glacial_witch]

Karla's answer came from behind him. "No, I'm over here," she said quietly.

She was wrapped in a big, fuzzy towel that covered her from neck to knee. She looked almost like a child in it, nearly swallowed up by the the thick cotton. Perhaps it was less that than her woebegone expression, which she attempted to exchange for a smile when she saw him.

It was...less than successful. "Are you okay?" she asked. "Did you need me?"

He had to be there because of his trauma, right?

[not_a_parakeet]

If 'his trauma' was allowed to include how worried about her he was, then absolutely!

Please excuse him for not replying to that question verbally at all once he realized that she was behind him. He sort of needed to wrap her in a gentle hug, arms and wings both.

[glacial_witch]

Karla wasn't going to protest the hug. In fact, she was just going to drop her little bag of toiletries and cling for a minute. He'd chalk it up as residual worry for him, right? No reason to think he'd know about the whole 'almost sacrificed' thing.

Sometimes Karla forgot things like 'her friends were indeed capable of talking to each other.'

"Wanna go inside?" she asked. "We can keep hugging, but I like to minimize the amount of time I spend in public in a towel." See? She was joking. Clearly no trauma here!