Julian
Anna dropped the glove into the drawer, shutting it and frowning as she picked up one of the trading cards on her dresser. She shook her head, dropping it back on top of the pile and heading into the bathroom to put away the towels. Laundry was such a boring task, but there was some kind of strange comfort in the simplicity. Not nearly enough comfort, but it would have to do. Some things never changed. The dullness of doing laundry was one of those things. Anna paused as she passed the mirror on her way back into the bedroom, taking a good look at herself. It was unfair, in so many ways, that she still looked the same when she'd been changed so violently. Turning her head, she leaned in to take a close look at the cuts on her cheek. They were healing. Not as fast as she would have liked, or even as fast as they would have healed before, but she could tell that there was a small change in their appearance.