Sophia/Open
Sophia had tried to keep people at arms length after the shift from the island, and the station. But people had got in. People had stomped her little weak shield to smithereens. People like Rawdon Crawley. He'd come to her rescue with no thought about himself. Knowing that the things that had her trapped probably could rip him apart. Still he came anyway. And it had meant so much that he had thrown her a surprise party.
He had been charming even when he'd been sick.
She held a glass of wine between her fingertips, as she slowly walked around the fire. The attitude was somber.