[He looks almost as rough as she feels...almost. At least, some of his usual golden shine is a little tarnished. Sitting here knowing she looks like several bags of ass, she can't blame him for that.

Besides, somehow, she already feels a bit better. Can't help but wonder just how shiny her hair is looking, right now.]

Hey, I will not say no to that offer. In the unlikely event of it having escaped your attention, I do not know what the fuck I'm doing with housing and shit.

[She and Harrow had just bundled into the first available room they could find. She'd meant to move on eventually, but somehow it just never happened.]