Eleanor watched him, tense for another moment before her shoulders eased some, followed by her spine, slumping down some. She was tired. There wasn’t any sense in picking a fight when there didn’t need to be one. “Sorry.” She let out lightly, shifting some. “I’m... getting there. Not really ready to be super social yet.” Her head gestured to the door, referring to their people in the building below. Just mingling among everyone when she virtually felt half as defeated as she physically looked. Not even a strong posture and perfectly squared shoulders could take away from the obvious harm done to her. “I do, actually.. I have a list. I want to go with you.”
















