After brushing off Tereza Miriam had gone for a long shower, if only to sort out her thoughts. She felt like she'd somehow missed the last couple days entirely and she'd snapped at Tereza mainly because she was afraid she might be right. Still, it's not like she'd planned on this and she still doesn't really know what's happening to her. She should take some time to figure out what this means, but now she feels guilty about not being there for Wanda, even if she'd never admit that out loud. Staring into the fogged up mirror, her hair wet and slicked back she feels gaunt as she stares at the empty reflection of the room behind her. Haley was right, she'd turned into fucking Dracula. Which meant
Sam had been right about the people stalking Wanda. She really should have accepted that when Alessia bit her, but it hadn't really sunk in until now. Her open palm hits the bare tile next to the mirror with a loud slap before her hand balls up and she hits the wall again and again with the bottom of her fist...
When she finally sets out to look for Wanda she's wearing a
simple black dress and no make-up along with the a stoic expression. It's not so much that she calmed down from her outburst, but rather that she tired herself out until she felt numb. Enough to hide gaping hole behind the mental discipline drilled into her by the necessity of her telepathy. It's her fallback. Calm, aloof, detached, because it's the only way to make sure her power won't spiral out of control. Or her emotions. And she needs the control to reach out and search for the familiarity of Wanda's mind as she wanders barefoot through the dark grounds, hair still kind of damp. She should be uncomfortable out here, but it doesn't feel any colder than inside the mansion. Finally she finds Wanda and slowly climbs up the stairs all the way to the top of the Lighthouse.