Re: 706, 11:53 pm.
She took in a long breath, and then let it out over the surface of the coffee. A breath of uncurling gardenia and lavender joined the thick smell of brewed coffee beans, and the distinctly Iris musk seemed to disorient Irene as much as anyone else. "This is what I mean, partly. You are the only familiar face." She smiled up at him again, knowing that the metaphor was not quite accurate. "Aside from the doctor, of course. It is comforting. I do not like being alone here. I do not know how she stands it," she repeated again. Her eyes were actually filling with the white glisten of tears.