Lily Evans (emerald_eyes) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-02-01 21:37:00 |
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Lily had been doing her best to try to keep her mind off the fact that her son was here. She was waiting for him to come to her, when he was ready. When he'd had time to adjust, to acclimate to the idea that this wasn't some trick, or some joke. It was difficult though, and she worried. She worried that the fact she hadn't had him yet in her when would make things difficult, or complicate them somehow. That he wouldn't approve of her trying to change her when, because it would impact his. She didn't for a moment think he'd rather she be dead, but she wasn't certain she'd considered all of the implications of what might happen to her son if she tried to alter her world. After she'd cleaned up the dinner dishes, she'd set about tidying up the dining area. Jaime had suggested that she hop off the train for a bit, but Lily wasn't interested. They could risk getting stuck in Africa if they were inclined, but she'd rather finish the journey and maybe get home. Or at the very least, settle in a reality that seemed comfortable. She was still waffling on the idea, though she thought if this went on much longer, she wasn't going to be the only one staying behind if the train left. How long could she really hope for a rescue, when there was no word from those in charge, nothing at all? Once the room was as tidy as it was going to be, Lily picked up a book someone had abandoned on a table, and she settled down into one of the chairs. She set her device on the table beside her and opened up the book. She flipped idly through the pages, but she had no real interest in reading it. Her eyes drifted slowly over the words without seeing them, her mind drifting, her thoughts chasing themselves in circles while she pretended to read. |