Re: log: cat, matt, emily
[The house, set back in the woods, often didn't look like anyone lived there. She didn't know if Elan ever did anything to the outside of it, but she knew that she hadn't since she'd moved in those months ago. Especially since the night on the train, her moments of being awake and able to focus on much of anything had been few and far between. She knew it wasn't right, knew that something was wrong, but she hadn't been able to figure out what.
Other than the obvious, of course. She was never meant to return to being human, but she had. And after centuries, she did't know how to take that step back. It made everything strange. Made her into someone that was barely herself anymore. Just a thing that slept her days away in some sort of fugue, neither what she was, nor what she should be. Caught.
And injured. The throb of her wrist had kept her awake after her discussion with Cat, had her swallowing down a few of the painkillers Eddie had left for her (there were still enough there - she didn't take them when she was asleep). By the time they started fuzzing the pain from her awareness, she was finally able to push herself up out of bed with the thought of getting something more to drink, maybe something to eat. Even though she just wanted to roll over and go back to sleep.
She was in the kitchen when the knock came on the back door, standing in front of the opened refrigerator door, burned hand held close and protective to her chest, not quite aware of how long she'd been standing there. Her feet were cold on the tile, legs bare up to a pair of men's boxer briefs she'd bought herself, oversized hoodie zipped over a washed-thin, too-small tank top (even though she couldn't remember changing from the clothes she'd worn on the train). Her hair was a mess and the front of her hoodie had gone cold from the time spent in front of the open refrigerator door. She blinked at the inside, then blinked again as her attention shifted over to the back door. Fridge closed, she padded over to the door on icy feet (careful not to move her hand at all) and opened it without even peering out first. She'd never known anyone to knock on their door, and Cat had been talking about a doctor.
Door open, she squinted into light that was brighter than anything she'd seen in far too long, trying to focus on either one of the figures standing there. Blinking until they finally resolved into Cat and a man standing there with her.] Hi... [Her voice was croaky from disuse, and she cleared her throat as best she could.] Hi.