Rowan Fricks and Mary Campbell
Rowan felt much more relaxed while also still keeping an eye on the other woman. While the woman seemed quite capable of taking care of herself and Rowan knew she’d be pissed if people assumed she couldn’t, she also didn’t want anything to happen to her since Rowan wasn’t watching. At least the woman had water, which was always important or at least that was what her dad, teachers, doctors, and the sites always said.
Part of her was surprised when the woman seemed to be taking the offer. It wasn’t because she didn’t really want to hear it since she knew that did help people, but she wasn’t sure if someone would walk to talk to someone like her. “Alright, sounds good,” she said, turning to head for the seats, keeping the other woman in her view just in case but she seemed to be doing better. “Taking the seat, Rowan rested her arms on the table, waiting with a rather interested face. “You can say anything and I promise no judging. This is a no judging area.” Which Rowan knew her friends would doubt her; however, she was trying to be a better person and that meant no judging. While here she was doing so much better on it.