Her eyes are wide and curious as she enters his room, looking around and seeing more than just the objects laying around. Places have a way of holding onto the things that happened there, memories and emotions that can linger in the air, and bedrooms tend to be people's most personal sanctum.
Wilhelm has been in Abraxas for a long time, their lost centuries aside. River doesn't know if he's stayed in this same room the whole time, but certainly others have come and gone; maybe she could find the name for his grief if she looked hard enough.
But she doesn't go prying. She goes up to the fireplace instead, eyeing each frog curiously as she drags her fingers across the mantle. There are more memories here too, of course. At least he has some friends to keep him company.
"Mess is a sign of a place that's been lived in." Easy enough to say for someone that doesn't clean her room. She reaches out as though to touch the painted mask, then thinks better of it and turns around to face him again. "Your roommates don't seem to mind, anyway."
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Wilhelm has been in Abraxas for a long time, their lost centuries aside. River doesn't know if he's stayed in this same room the whole time, but certainly others have come and gone; maybe she could find the name for his grief if she looked hard enough.
But she doesn't go prying. She goes up to the fireplace instead, eyeing each frog curiously as she drags her fingers across the mantle. There are more memories here too, of course. At least he has some friends to keep him company.
"Mess is a sign of a place that's been lived in." Easy enough to say for someone that doesn't clean her room. She reaches out as though to touch the painted mask, then thinks better of it and turns around to face him again. "Your roommates don't seem to mind, anyway."