In Times of Healing (for w_zimmerman)

[lostnolonger]

Sigyn paced, her eyes on the floor as she moved. Holding a book in one hand she hesitated, lifting the book up so she could read a few lines before once more lowering the book and resuming her pacing. Murmuring a few words to herself she closes her eyes and once more stops her pacing. Sighing loudly she flops down into one of the chairs

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[w_zimmerman]

Will had decided to give Sigyn a few days to rest and emotionally regroup before visiting her again, which also gave him time to return home and brief Magnus. But, by now, the little cabin's supplies would be running low, so he packed up the jeep and returned to the isolated safe house.

Leaving the supplies in the car for now, he rapped firmly on the door, calling out, "Sigyn, you in there?"

[lostnolonger]

The knock on the door gave her a start. Dropping the book at her feet she turned her attention to the entrance way, nearly reaching for the bow she had managed to construct her first night alone in the cabin. Recognizing the voice however she let out a small breath but remained skeptical that it was truly Will.

Getting to her feet she opened the door a crack. Seeing the jeep she felt a surge of relief which allowed her the strength to open the door completely. "I am here, though I am afraid I have been nearly struck dead by boredom." she laughs lightly.

[w_zimmerman]

He chuckled at that, waiting for permission to enter. He'd met more than one culture that considered entering without permission either rude or outright threatening and he didn't want to lose the rapport they'd managed to establish that first day they'd met.

"I know, the radio doesn't make very good company, does it? Sorry I couldn't get back sooner, but Magnus wanted a full report, then I had to rearrange my schedule to make time to get back here. But I brought food and supplies and, hopefully, we can find a way to keep you from getting too bored."

[lostnolonger]

"No it does not unfortunately. I did try speaking with it however that seemed fruitless." it is hard to tell whether she is serious or not by the smirk on her face. "Please do come in."

she moves back into the cabin, speaking over her shoulder. "I understand you have other obligations. I do not wish to be a burden upon you and be a reason for you to change your life around. Now that my ankle has nearly healed I should be able to leave within the next few days."