[ She should have called before now. She stood in front of the door, a hood drawn over her head. Her heart felt heavy and her eyes burned. Only minor injuries decorated her body from the duel she had been forced into earlier... a small bump on her forehead and a bruised cheek but she hadn't looked in the mirror.

She had stopped home and her roommates had questioned her, but she hadn't been able to go into detail. If she had... It would have made everything worse.

. . . But the truth was that she was genuinely upset. And she just wanted someone to... cry on? That if she broke down it would be safe to talk to.

Which is why a moment later she texts Dva. ]

Can I come over?