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solong (heartache) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Merope felt awful, her mouth pursed a little but arguing would make the situation worse. Much worse.

Easily, she shifted the shirt over her lithe frame which didn't offer much but it was better than the flimsy fabric of her night gown she'd been wearing she went to sleep that night. Merope lifted her legs up onto the bench, the feeling of hopelessness had came and she'd already accepted that they wouldn't get out. The dropping temperature wasn't helping matters and she was shivering in a matter of moments after that.

Rorschach was still warm and her gaunt frame leaned on him as closer as she could,"....Will we get out?" She muttered, her eyes refocusing in the darkness, whining now whenever she felt too cold.