Re: On the roof.
Between the underground lake and the roof, the masked woman had shed her many layers of skirts, leaving her in her bodice top and opaque white tights, a thin layer of cotton keeping her modest against the wind that swept over the roof, threatening to carrying off any who did not hold tight. She sat quietly, legs folded in front of her, as she tried to make sense of the evening and the events that had taken place. It was all about saving people, it seemed, or at least that seemed to be her role that night, not that she minded or worried over it. It had meaning and worth, and that was something she cherished.
The sound of footsteps drew her attention and she turned, looking just in time to see the gowned-woman who rushed towards the edge of the roof in what appeared to be a suicide leap. Clambering to her feet, she rushed towards her, reaching out to grab hold of her arm before pulling her backwards, her mask doing nothing to display the worry and alarm she felt. "Don't!" she said sharply, the ground swaying dizzingly beneath them from over the edge of the roof. "Don't. Don't jump. Please."