Zamira had woken up initially when she’d heard bits of people talking; it sounded far away and she couldn’t quite make anything specific out and so she drifted in and out of sleep for a bit, deciding that she’d dreamt it. It was only when she reached out towards Damien’s side of the bed did she find it empty and she realized something was up. She frowned, sliding off of the bed and grabbing a robe from a nearby chair and tying it around herself; she couldn’t hear talking anymore but she didn’t want to wander out in just her shirt.
It was when she made it to the kitchen that she spotted Damien and Lucy – or rather, Damien and someone she didn’t recognize until Lucy realized there was someone else in the room with them and detached herself from Damien, peering over his shoulder and making eye contact with Zamira.
“Zamira –” Lucy started and then stopped, realizing the position she was in wasn’t innocent by any means. She slid around Damien to gain some distance, cheeks burning. She didn’t know what to say so she stood there, wishing she could disappear, knowing she’d really fucked up this time.
Zamira crossed her arms over her body – a defense mechanism because her chest heaved and squeezed with hurt and she took a step back towards the door frame, eyes switching between Damien and Lucy. “What – what are you two doing?” It’s a stupid question and she knows it the moment it leaves her lips and her voice sounds small, very unlike her – she tries to make her voice come out firmer, more like her, more like the rock she knew she was but all she could make out was, “Why?”
Damien’s mind was rather hazy by the time Lucy pulled away. When she hopped off the counter and moved around him, he stepped back, turning slowly to blink over at Zamira. At first he didn’t register her hurt expression or posture. He smiled and approached her, staggering a bit.
“Hey . . . sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up.” He reached for her, then stopped, as he suddenly noticed how she was standing, how stiff she was. He frowned faintly, blinking, as he looked between Lucy and Zamira and realized how it must’ve looked.
“No, no, no,” he said quickly, shaking his head as he waved his hands back and forth. “No, this isn’t what it looks like, okay? I was just comforting her.”