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solong (heartache) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Recently, she had grabbed something from the thrift store, another dress with a button down front the stopped right above her knees and a pair of well-worn cotton pants. Unlike many people at Vas Captio, Merope's shoes were made for difficult situations because they had been a man's boot she had when she woke-up here. Moving on her make-shift bed, she laid there and waited until she heard steps.

Granted, they always made her nervous.

Always.

However, she recognized the sound of HIS steps and she paused. Pressing her hands against the ground, she rose briefly so she was sitting up but basically on the ground. She shifted some, looking up at him as if she were a slave of some sort and offered him those familiar owl eyes, quite wide but without any fright or surprise. She felt a stirring of happiness with him, it was very difficult to explain the feeling.

His concerns for her health made her expression soften as she got onto her feet. The question would have to be answered, but she had been neglecting that necessity. Since she knew that food had been scarce, she had refused to eat for any portion of the day of when he wasn't around her when she could get away with it. That most certainly meant she hadn't eaten since she'd seen him last, so she crossed her arms.

"..Are you?" She asked in the softest tone possible. She could not make him go without for her sake.