[ She was sleeping, that's clear from the messy braid of her hair and wrinkled shift she's wearing when she answers the door, but not for long, that's a fair guess based on the whiff of smoke and wine she still brings with her. Don't ask how she got back so long after the curfew.
She doesn't ask about his black eye or why he's here, at least not before stepping aside to let him into the room. It's as uncomfortably warm in here as in every other room, despite the wide open window, and Nell's bed (wider than his, built for two, an indulgence she saved up for) is a tangled mess of sheets kicked into knots. Nell flops back down on it anyway, on the side nearest the wall, bare arms folded beneath her head. ]
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She doesn't ask about his black eye or why he's here, at least not before stepping aside to let him into the room. It's as uncomfortably warm in here as in every other room, despite the wide open window, and Nell's bed (wider than his, built for two, an indulgence she saved up for) is a tangled mess of sheets kicked into knots. Nell flops back down on it anyway, on the side nearest the wall, bare arms folded beneath her head. ]
What do you want?