Beau let Eliot in and leaned out to check for anyone lurking about in the hallway. Paranoid maybe, but she really didn't want certain things getting out. Closing the door and locking it, she gesture at the pile of blankets on the floor, presumably pulled off her bed as that was lacking any kind of sheets. "Have a seat."
The monk's room was pretty spartan as she was of the transient sort that was used to keeping all her possessions packed in a few bags for travel. She hadn't had a real room outside an inn since her time living at the Cobalt Reserve. The most notable things was an entire unopened cask of wine with a stylize L burned into the side sitting on a side table next to a partial jug of something murky looking and a tankard. Beau, herself, was dressed in her actual monk vestments which still showed off her physique but looked a bit more respectable than the makeshift clothes she'd been wearing before. Around her wrists were a pair of jade bracelets that she would idly fiddle with once she dropped onto the floor on the blankets with Eliot.
And then she just looked at him with a pained expression. She needed to talk, but she didn't want to talk. It had been almost two months now; she needed to deal with it and at least she had something of a theory that explained what happened. Still, actually saying something was difficult as fuck.
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Date: 2018-11-15 04:01 am (UTC)The monk's room was pretty spartan as she was of the transient sort that was used to keeping all her possessions packed in a few bags for travel. She hadn't had a real room outside an inn since her time living at the Cobalt Reserve. The most notable things was an entire unopened cask of wine with a stylize L burned into the side sitting on a side table next to a partial jug of something murky looking and a tankard. Beau, herself, was dressed in her actual monk vestments which still showed off her physique but looked a bit more respectable than the makeshift clothes she'd been wearing before. Around her wrists were a pair of jade bracelets that she would idly fiddle with once she dropped onto the floor on the blankets with Eliot.
And then she just looked at him with a pained expression. She needed to talk, but she didn't want to talk. It had been almost two months now; she needed to deal with it and at least she had something of a theory that explained what happened. Still, actually saying something was difficult as fuck.