[ Still getting her bearings, it takes her a moment to lift her head to look at Rom directly, the breeze helping keep her hair out of her face. She catches the faint surprise that he quickly chases away, and her smile turns wry. ]
Eager to interrogate me again?
[ A tease offered with no malice — he's some kind of investigator of the supernatural, right? And the scene before him is anything but normal. It takes some effort, but she shuffles herself back to lean against the — now furled open — trunk. ]
I'm just fine. The Bureau told me being in the wisteria had slowed down time — [ Had prevented her from aging a lot, or more importantly, dying. ] — But I think our wish slowed it down even more. Everything is the same as it was that day.
[ The stain of mania, the ash in her hair, the burns on her clothes, the cracked nails from trying to lift up debris... just as she wished, she has her body back at its earliest point of contamination. ]
no subject
Eager to interrogate me again?
[ A tease offered with no malice — he's some kind of investigator of the supernatural, right? And the scene before him is anything but normal. It takes some effort, but she shuffles herself back to lean against the — now furled open — trunk. ]
I'm just fine. The Bureau told me being in the wisteria had slowed down time — [ Had prevented her from aging a lot, or more importantly, dying. ] — But I think our wish slowed it down even more. Everything is the same as it was that day.
[ The stain of mania, the ash in her hair, the burns on her clothes, the cracked nails from trying to lift up debris... just as she wished, she has her body back at its earliest point of contamination. ]