Re: Phonecall: Cris M / Elena M
[Her lips part with a sound, like they'd been held tightly for too long. She sounds like a shiver, and her boots can be heard crunching over the falls of snow.] I don't think I would like to be in my old home, knowing it -- [Her voice breaks, she corrects with a deep breath.] We can talk here, while I walk. [Ice crunches under her boots, loud.]