[It's unforgivable that she allowed someone she does not know well — that she does not even particularly like, to be honest — to see her like this, but there is also something freeing about it. Perhaps this is the most honest she has been with anyone she has met so far in this hotel; pretending to be fine is a terrible task to set upon yourself, and to have at least one person with whom she is honest, even wordlessly so, is a relief.
It has her lips quirking in what might be considered a smile when he backs away, an acknowledgement more than out of any kind of amusement, and she ducks her head to him in the shallowest of bows, allowing him to cut the conversation short and retreat.] Thank you. [It hadn't crossed her mind that someone would simply open her door without invitation, such things being utterly unheard of in the barracks she normally resides in back in the Greenwood, but she will take heed of his warning.
She takes half a step forward when he starts to leave, however, a sudden thought having her lift her hand in some sort of abortive gesture.] Wait. What—what room is yours?
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It has her lips quirking in what might be considered a smile when he backs away, an acknowledgement more than out of any kind of amusement, and she ducks her head to him in the shallowest of bows, allowing him to cut the conversation short and retreat.] Thank you. [It hadn't crossed her mind that someone would simply open her door without invitation, such things being utterly unheard of in the barracks she normally resides in back in the Greenwood, but she will take heed of his warning.
She takes half a step forward when he starts to leave, however, a sudden thought having her lift her hand in some sort of abortive gesture.] Wait. What—what room is yours?