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Deirdre Winters; The Snow Queen (snow_bees) wrote in bellumlogs,

Deirdre nodded as she looked down into her cup of coffee, the late-ish hour making her more introspective than she usually allowed herself to be, especially in the presence of another person. "I hoped not as well." She laughed bitterly under her breath. "I was hoping quite a bit, actually."

She looked up at Vlad, interested in his preparations for the moon. Since talking with Shane, and his plans to lock himself in, she'd been trying to figure out what she might be able to do about her own walking about on that night. There wasn't anything she'd been able to think of, other than leaving herself a sign on the door, which she would likely ignore. "It's a good idea, though, if you are concerned about hurting anyone. And especially about them hurting you. I," she trailed off for a moment, wondering if she should finish the thought of I wish I had someone here to help me like that. Instead, she finished softly, "I think that might be for the best for you."