[ After sending him her room number at the inn, Elena just... waits. Lying on the short couch in her living area, feeling more nauseated than she ever had in her life, each minute crawls by like an hour... So it's with gusto that she answers the door when there's finally a knock, recognizing the man on the other side from the church repairs despite never properly speaking with him.
She looks worse for wear, bruises covering her shoulders beneath the straps of her tank top and a bandage on her upper left arm, but there's still a cordial smile on her face. ]
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She looks worse for wear, bruises covering her shoulders beneath the straps of her tank top and a bandage on her upper left arm, but there's still a cordial smile on her face. ]
Hi. I'm Elena.