11-25-2017, 08:34 PM
Margot had carried on ahead of the Doc as suggested after their little talk in the stairway. She'd looked about as she had all night long, and as one would expect after the ordeal they'd gone through-- tired, residualy overwhelmed, and drained. It had taken everything she had to pull that barrier back together again, enough so that she was largely convinced her Avatar did all of the heavy lifting for her at the very end.
Near the foot of the stairs she heard a sound behind her, followed by shouting from both bottom and top floors of the house. Her eyes rolled up and eyelids fluttered closed, she took a steadying breath (patience said the girl / why? tempted the goddess), and finished the descent to return to the study.
She slipped through the door without a word, cast a look between Ned and Kiara both that was muted-- checking the status instead of conveying messages-- and then quick-scoped the rest of the room, like she was looking for someone to find them missing. Must be that Doc told her someone was coming over as well. Ned her eyes landed on Will, head in Kiara's lap, and her brow creased when she realized his state of paralyzed distress.
Quietly, scowling with worry, she simply stated: "He wasn't that way when I left...."
She glanced back out the doorway into the hall, checking not the stairway but the path toward the front door. "When is the guy supposed to be here?"
Near the foot of the stairs she heard a sound behind her, followed by shouting from both bottom and top floors of the house. Her eyes rolled up and eyelids fluttered closed, she took a steadying breath (patience said the girl / why? tempted the goddess), and finished the descent to return to the study.
She slipped through the door without a word, cast a look between Ned and Kiara both that was muted-- checking the status instead of conveying messages-- and then quick-scoped the rest of the room, like she was looking for someone to find them missing. Must be that Doc told her someone was coming over as well. Ned her eyes landed on Will, head in Kiara's lap, and her brow creased when she realized his state of paralyzed distress.
Quietly, scowling with worry, she simply stated: "He wasn't that way when I left...."
She glanced back out the doorway into the hall, checking not the stairway but the path toward the front door. "When is the guy supposed to be here?"