REXANNA
Sam was right, but Rexanna isn’t so sure that it’s necessarily them that have brought in the monsters. In the end, she supposes it might relate to how many times the door has opened. If they had slipped in because of them and because of being marked, well she’s uncertain how to find out — or if they ever would. But it’s a question for another day. “I’m not sure what it means. But I was there too, I heard it.” She reiterates, flatly; not willing to place the blame on herself or Remi or Samuel without true proof.
The mention of it has her head tilting up toward him where he squeezes her shoulder. “I’m sure. I can get some rest wherever I am.” She doesn’t sleep, there is no real rest other than mental at this point. And she can drown out the sounds around her as she runs her scans for the millionth time. “Thank you, though. For checking on me.” A quiet thank you paired with an easy dismissal. She just needs some time with her thoughts.
The mention of it has her head tilting up toward him where he squeezes her shoulder. “I’m sure. I can get some rest wherever I am.” She doesn’t sleep, there is no real rest other than mental at this point. And she can drown out the sounds around her as she runs her scans for the millionth time. “Thank you, though. For checking on me.” A quiet thank you paired with an easy dismissal. She just needs some time with her thoughts.
A Light That Never Goes Out.