@unfogged | Con’t.
Hard rain comes down with an excessive amount of force, to the point that the water is almost falling sideways. It hadn’t been her intention to be out this long, drifting between alleyways and keeping to the shadows, but too many thoughts had been on her mind since she’d started to resurface, finding those she holds closest to her heart again - and some she never quite did.
But as the rain began to fall, Ana’s feet - despite her aging bones - pick up the pace, navigating through the homes, lit up with warm and comfort to one particular door, giving a loud enough knock in short repetition.
It takes a moment, and in that, Ana’s mind relapses, wonders if this is a mistake, if she should just leave -- until, of course, Dr. O’Deorain opens the door, water splattering in across the threshold.
“I didn’t know where else to go,” It slips out faster than she intends it, and while she contemplates repeating it for Moira’s sake, the other woman no sooner invites her inside with the offer of a drink. Relieved, she offers a small, tight smile as she walks in, clearly soaked, even through the many layers of her long coat, hood, and hijab. Careful not to drip everywhere, she stays on the doormat of the foyer, gently closing the door behind her.
“A tea would be... lovely,” She answers finally, though noticing the nearly full glass of wine on the coffee table, she adds a suggestion. “Or wine if you have any left.”
