Luxanna drifted through the hallway. Part of her was, and had been aware, of the attention she'd been attracting over the past few days - but most of her no longer cared. She was mostly numb to the others now...and numb to herself. The things she'd been learning were things she couldn't accept, and that hit her hard. Anybody could see the bags under her eyes, the slight trembling in her hands, and the frailness of her gaze.
Something was terribly wrong with her, and she could no longer hide from it. She knew that someone from Demacia would learn that she was breaking slowly, and for some strange reason, the knowledge made her more terrified than it should've. Surely Demacia would be able to fix her, but something told Luxanna that Demacia was somehow involved in her current status - which was ridiculous...Demacia would help, not harm her...right?
Luxanna, however, was not looking for the answer to that particular doubt. She was searching for someone, and her meandering path took her to a door. She raised her eyes slowly to the letters of the person's name...yep, this was Varus' room. So maybe she hadn't been so lost after all. Strangely enough, just seeing the name made her feel ever-so-slightly less lost than her jumbled self. She raised a hand to knock...and then dropped it again. Luxanna wasn't sure how long she stood, staring mutely at the door, fighting with herself - but finally fate must have made the decision for her, because it finally swung open. The girl started and looked up at Varus.