( i'm so so sorry for this ridiculously delayed response -- i got back from my hiatus early this month and it's taken me a while to adjust to regular life and tagging rhythm. if you'd rather leave this here, don't hesitate to poke me on plurk and we can talk about handwaving the rest! but if you want to keep this thread going, i'm game for that too c: )

[ after a pause that seems to last forever (but in reality only spans a few seconds, at most), she nods. ]

He sends me pictures he has taken of me, without my knowledge. He — he was here. I never saw him come, not before I went to get more linen from the storage.

[ she closes her eyes for a moment, forcing herself to breathe out. ] I... he will come here more, now that I am here. If I stay, I will only put everyone else in danger.