by Miriam Bell » Sat Feb 19, 2022 2:54 am
It's only late afternoon when Miriam finds herself back at the dorm. She'd spend an hour or so in kind of a daze, getting checked out at the infirmary who confirmed that she was in fact back among the living. She didn't really care much for the confirmation. She was breathing, feeling her heart beat in her chest and the sun had warmed her skin on the way over. What more did she need to know?
That it would last. For all the relief and almost euphoric feeling she could not silence the voice in her head that this could all still be ripped away from her again the moment she'd lay down and fall asleep. And with the sun setting the dread begins to build. She won't know if this is real until she wakes and the day no longer resets and plunges her back into the cold embrace of undeath and she's uncertain how to endure until then. Already she can feel her mind fraying at the edges and it'll only get worse. There is one thing she can think of to maybe make it through the night a little easier but somehow she dreads asking for it even more.
And so she stands in the middle of the common room of their dorm, glancing at her door and the familiar urge to withdraw, then over at Sam's door. She doesn't even dare to cast her mind out enough to see if the red-head is back from sorting throught he aftermath of this mess yet. If she did she'd be a stray thought away from divulging much too much...