[Ever since last weekend, Devon's made sure to double check, no triple check that her door is locked every night. She even put the key in the table drawer to throw off any attempts to reach for it easily at night if she happened to do something as complex as that in a sleepwalk. After a whole week has passed she's been able to relax and to be less uptight than before.
Her personal worries didn't stop her from noticing the fluctuations in James's attitude throughout the day when he came home (she's been warming up much more to him, ever since he helped her out of the maze). She had to ask one of the servants about his health. They're probably nicer to each other to a degree now, but she isn't so sure about other things. That's when she was informed about the asthma. Ah. So that's why he's in his room early tonight. Silly, how she only knows about it now.
Devon puts another layer of paint on her current canvas (an image of a bitten red apple) before deciding to also go to bed tonight. Staying up late all the time isn't healthy.
She walks to her room to change into her sleeping clothes, but pauses, glancing down the hallway. James's room wasn't far away. Devon's never seen the inside before and since his lungs are bothering him right now, maybe the least she can do is see how he's doing before he goes back to work.
One knock. Two knocks. Three knocks. Devon takes a step back from the door, feeling somewhat apprehensive.]
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Her personal worries didn't stop her from noticing the fluctuations in James's attitude throughout the day when he came home (she's been warming up much more to him, ever since he helped her out of the maze). She had to ask one of the servants about his health. They're probably nicer to each other to a degree now, but she isn't so sure about other things. That's when she was informed about the asthma. Ah. So that's why he's in his room early tonight. Silly, how she only knows about it now.
Devon puts another layer of paint on her current canvas (an image of a bitten red apple) before deciding to also go to bed tonight. Staying up late all the time isn't healthy.
She walks to her room to change into her sleeping clothes, but pauses, glancing down the hallway. James's room wasn't far away. Devon's never seen the inside before and since his lungs are bothering him right now, maybe the least she can do is see how he's doing before he goes back to work.
One knock. Two knocks. Three knocks. Devon takes a step back from the door, feeling somewhat apprehensive.]