Rooftops offered little protection in daylight. Not to those that sought cover in shadows and stealth. Had it not been for the adrenaline rushing in her blood, she would not have even made it to The Crippled Burick before the sun had risen. Too far to the mill, there were few other places she remembered in the area, and scaling the clock tower had not been an option she wished to pursue. She held doubts she would even manage that, near collapse. The primal had drained near everything and almost all the fight she held. All but that which it took to bring herself there. In the past year, it seemed that he'd not changed a bit, she noticed as she crept through what remained of the shadows in the alley by his windows. It would have to do.. until night fell and she could attempt return to the mill. It would provide more solitude. His door remained open, and fatigue clung to her. She didn't have the strength to remain silent, and her legs gave once she had made it inside, collapsed in the white gown she'd remained in. "Basso.."
