Suite 132

[i_spoiled_it]

Steph nearly forgets Makita's presence as soon as the door opens to the suite they shared.

It smells like home.  Even more than the bar.  It's spacious and airy and Steph walks in slowly, footfalls soft on the floor.

There's a sword hanging over the mantelpiece.  She goes to it slowly, lifting it down, running her fingers over the grip and admiring

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[runmakitarun]

Makita watches Stephanie's slow exploration, keeping a few feet away, but always close by. In case... well, she doesn't know. Just in case.

"Why?" Makita asks, eyes widening slightly at Steph's statement. "It's your life."

[i_spoiled_it]

Steph grins at her, still balanced on the skaterug. "It's our life. And I don't really remember much of it. Although it's coming back to me, I guess."

[runmakitarun]

"You... don't remember?" Makita frowns. "Amnesia?"

[i_spoiled_it]

"More like - it feels like it never happened," Steph says hesitantly. She climbs off the skaterug, a hand to her ribs, and rolls it up carefully. "I don't really understand why I can remember at all. But I'm glad I can."