Dejah Thoris

He'd only left an hour ago.  Darkness had fallen and the storm outside was screaming and tearing at the building.  It was lunacy to go out in this weather.  But he was out there, and in only the clothes he'd put on this morning.  He and Edgar both.

They'd die out there, surely, if they didn't get a move on.  

Woola whined at her, picking up on the desperation she felt crawling down her spine.  She'd put on her winter coat and boots, and taken the goggles bar had given her.  Ellen and Ysalwen were already waiting for her at the backdoor.  She handed each of them one of the electric lanterns Bar had provided.

"Are we ready?  Do we need anything else?"  

 After their run around the lake was ended by meeting Curtis's unfortunate partner in the whole body swap debacle, Dejah headed back to the room for a good long shower.  It was pure indulgence, standing under the hot water for so long, but she was allowed.  Here, anyway.  She'd be extremely mindful of bringing these bad habits back to Helium with her.

Her mind keeps going over the implications of Curtis having a double here.  A doppelganger who is genetically enhanced somehow.  Healthy and whole.  It makes her wonder if she's not doing enough to make sure he's healing.  Replacing the arm was one thing, but an extended period of malnutrition and captivity left other physical scars.

It is all a work in progress, one that will take many years to see gains.  Much like the Work back in Helium.  She makes a mental note to research the drawings he'd spoken of.  If there is any record of all of his time on the train, surely the library here will have it preserved.  Maybe something to help Edgar understand the whole picture.  Even if he can never forgive, the least he can do is to try to understand it.  

She steps out of the shower and towels off, still turning over the human ideals of morality, of fairness and justice.  She tries to put the thoughts aside for now, knowing full well, she can easily drive herself mad if she doesn't.  Instead, she dries her hair and tries to clear her mind.

And not think about random magical spells that could rip her consciousness from her body and put into another's.  Yeah, comforting.