[Action | Open] Who: Nunnally and OPEN Where: Common Room When: Post-therapy; Evening What: After a nap, Nunnally is no longer entirely sure of herself.
[Having napped away most of the day after therapy, Nunnally is in the common room with a blanket. She's keeping herself busy, too, carefully folding paper cranes out of colorful sheets of paper; there are easily a dozen scattered on her lap. After some time like this, she reaches over to her device, eyes soft and her demeanor hesitant.]
Maybe I should...
[The bright plastic of the slide and feeling like she'd never been higher up in her entire life. Her legs were trembling, she'd been standing then, and there wasn't anything that she could do. She'd been so scared.]
[She pulls her hand back and goes to tug on the wings of her latest crane, popping it out as she shakes her head. It was just a nightmare, wasn't it? Unless...]