[ this is probably not helping the cold she definitely still doesn't have, nope, not at all.
which basically means: it's a wonder this woman is still alive. drenched much like keats is, though with less layers to worry about drying, a miserable-looking olivia slowly wanders his direction before she can even stop herself. she'd had a similar idea to start a fire, her position during the storm placing her too far out of the town to even think about making the journey back into the abel inn and change. when she sees a fire already started, she unconsciously gravitates towards it like a moth.
once she sees who's grumbling on the other side of it, her eyes flutter a bit in recognition, slowly dragging herself out of that hazy, zombie-like state she'd been in. ]
c...........................
which basically means: it's a wonder this woman is still alive. drenched much like keats is, though with less layers to worry about drying, a miserable-looking olivia slowly wanders his direction before she can even stop herself. she'd had a similar idea to start a fire, her position during the storm placing her too far out of the town to even think about making the journey back into the abel inn and change. when she sees a fire already started, she unconsciously gravitates towards it like a moth.
once she sees who's grumbling on the other side of it, her eyes flutter a bit in recognition, slowly dragging herself out of that hazy, zombie-like state she'd been in. ]
Oh — Mr. Keats.
[ a pause. ]
Are you okay?