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[angela_edmunds]

Angela is watching the door. She sometimes focuses on her plate, but for the most part, she's watching the door. She'd seen Behrooz come back and stayed out of the way as Lyrae healed him.

She knew he was okay.

But she didn't know about her dad, or Chris, or her grampa, or Tony...

Underneath the haze of worry, Angela is very, very, very tired.

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[dragon_twin]

The door opens, but it's not her father, or grandfather. Not even Tony.

Just Melou, dusting off the front of his trousers and looking a little surprised to be here.

[angela_edmunds]

And before he knows it, about one hundred thirty pounds of teenage girl has run up and thrown her arms around him.

She's not crying, she's just so glad to see him.

[dragon_twin]

...that's a lot of teenage girl, especially considering how tall she is.

"Oof. Hey." He slips an arm around her waist to steady her. And him.

[angela_edmunds]

"Hey," she says, her voice shaky. She stands slightly away from him after a moment. "Sorry. I'm just really glad to see you."

[_chappy_]

"Angie? Are you all right?" She didn't look it and from the way she kept glancing towards the wall, he assumed she was watching the door.

[angela_edmunds]

Her mouth twitches into a small smile that doesn't last long. "Have you heard anything yet?" she asks anxiously.

She doesn't know, maybe he had some way of communicating with Chris and the others that she didn't know about.

[_chappy_]

He's about to ask a question but decides to try something else. There was something going on, first the thing with Behrooz, now this.

"No, I haven't. Have you?"

[angela_edmunds]

"No, I'm just watching the door, waiting. I'm just so worried since Behrooz came back..."

She bites her lip, bowing her head to look at her hands.

[witchy_rebel]

"You need to sleep," comes a soft voice. Morgan's head is tilted slightly, and for the moment she appears to be ignoring the baby in her arms and his attempts to eat her hair.

[angela_edmunds]

Angela looks up, smiling automatically and only slightly. The other woman looks slightly familiar, but she can't quite place her. "I know. I am just worried about people and I am waiting for them to come back," she says softly.

[witchy_rebel]

Girl, really, only two or three years older then Angela.

"Ah. Waiting, waiting, waiting for the men to come back...doesn't get easier, though. Not really." The words are slightly sing-song.

[angela_edmunds]

Angela sighs. "Tell me about it. It seems that's all I do here." She smiles again. "I'm Angela."