she’s ever grateful the girl wasn’t dead - she didn’t want
or need to bury someone she didn’t care about.
she’s sat across from her, sitting at a slight angle as grey
pools watch, unmoved by the others’ outburst, though an
eyebrow does quirk.
“well.. I couldn’t just leave you to get cold, you know.”
she leans forward a bit; she’s still not sure why she acted
as she did, but that hardly mattered now, with the stranger
now in her home, angry as she was.
a saccharine facade was put on, wanting the other to simply
relax and stop yelling - it was quite honestly annoying.
“my name’s ryoba. I’ll answer.. well, everything else, but
you need to calm down first.”