It's not her cabin, and it will never be her cabin; she has her reasons, but though they are private, they're not difficult to figure out. She doesn't want to feel, doesn't want to think, just wants - something simple. Something without strings.
That's not what this is - there are few others on the ship she could choose, in fact, that would have any strings at all, let alone more - but she's not thinking about that.
"Come in," she calls, half because she remembers when Godric stood outside her door, half because she doesn't want to get up from where she's already lounging back on the bed in the empty cabin. She's been drinking, she hasn't been sleeping, and she is well aware that she is a mess.
But she's a hot mess, and even if she doesn't have any of her old cosmetics or dresses or heels, even if she has basically tied her thick hair up out of her face, she knows how to sit up and smile. "Didn't waste any time, did you?" she asks, pleased.
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That's not what this is - there are few others on the ship she could choose, in fact, that would have any strings at all, let alone more - but she's not thinking about that.
"Come in," she calls, half because she remembers when Godric stood outside her door, half because she doesn't want to get up from where she's already lounging back on the bed in the empty cabin. She's been drinking, she hasn't been sleeping, and she is well aware that she is a mess.
But she's a hot mess, and even if she doesn't have any of her old cosmetics or dresses or heels, even if she has basically tied her thick hair up out of her face, she knows how to sit up and smile. "Didn't waste any time, did you?" she asks, pleased.