Phedre opens the door, she probably is a little bit mussed - all the snogging with Sandor leaves her beaming, happy, and feeling radiant, but it also means less sleep, occasional bruises, and less time to tend to her life.
In other world, she's in her robe, her hair is a mess, her smile is sleepy but very happy, and if anyone looks into her room, the bed looks like it's a battlefield.
There are still books everywhere, of course.
"Jaenelle! What a pleasure!" She grins, though. She loves to see her friend so close.
Jaenelle blinks a little at Phedre's appearance, unaccustomed to seeing her so disassembled, but Phedre's happiness is infectious to say the least, and she beams. "Phedre!" And might pounce to give her a hug. "I'm glad to see you, and looking so well..."
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In other world, she's in her robe, her hair is a mess, her smile is sleepy but very happy, and if anyone looks into her room, the bed looks like it's a battlefield.
There are still books everywhere, of course.
"Jaenelle! What a pleasure!" She grins, though. She loves to see her friend so close.
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