god.

[undread]

god.

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[undread]

[she'll put an arm around anis as well.]

I'm so sorry, Anis. [she feels guilt about this.] We tried to stop her, and we couldn't.

[marauderprincess]

[ that's a pang of guilt there. giving her a hug ]

Was she already turning last night?

[scrapdraught]

She's been turning for three weeks.

[Hi. She is a black hole of emotion. And also vodka. She's brought bottles from the shopping strip and is no longer bothering with a glass.]

[marauderprincess]

[ Ah... ]

Is that why she would lock herself in her room?

[scrapdraught]

Probably.

[Swallows another gulp.]

...I'm sorry.

[undread]

...Camille was trying to help her. And when we figured it out, we tried to help her, too. We managed to lock her away last night, but she did all of this just this morning.