Prodigal | Mon., Feb. 4th, Evening
"It smells terrible in here," Eva said by way of announcing her presence. Her eyes took in the room she'd arrived in, massive walls of books and pillars that were crumbling. Of course Nate was brooding in his Helheim library. Of course he was. "I haven't peeked elsewhere, I promise," she said, even though the idea of her not seeing much of Helheim as a surprise seemed miles away and a bit silly. Still, she wanted to respect Nate's wishes (mostly). "So..." She stepped a little closer to Nate, albeit sheepishly, "Today was terrible." However, she still had desk chocolate on her lips, so it hadn't been all bad.