"I'm fine, I think," Arabella smiled up at Daria, her dark eyes flickering slightly as she pressed her toes against the other girl's leg, watching as they curled up. She yawned slightly. She was tired - the people that her parents had left her with never slept. Performance artists, they stayed up all night practicing routines she didn't understand. It was exceptionally hard when one had to sit up at three am watching one's guardian pretend to be a plant. And a growing one, at that. Plants didn't grow very quickly.
She missed Ev. She thought about telling Daria that but she wasn't sure how the other girl would feel about it.
Resting her head against the sofa, she murmured, "I like it here though. It's a lot better than mine. Klaus thinks that homes need 'white space'."