Re: Quicklog: Ella/Marta
[She'd lost track of the time since she'd given Ella her location. Somewhere in the distance, she'd heard sirens, but they hadn't registered, not really. She was in her own little world, eyes open but unseeing, only able to picture the sight of Seven on the floor of the house. Home.
She jolts when Ella's hand touches her back, a whole-body spasm that nearly tips her over before she catches herself. The eyes that look up at Ella are wide and scared, but without tears. At least for the moment. And then the recognition hits.] Ella.