Week Three | The Beach | Saturday Night

[ She makes as much noise as possible, walking through the grass and the sand.

On nights like tonight you don't want to make the mistake of sneaking up on someone when you didn't mean to.

She gives her time, and she gives herself time. And when she feels ready (and hopes Vriska is ready), she finds her. ]

It's late.. or maybe it's early? Whatever it is, you've been out here for a very long time.

[ She has a beach towel wrapped around her like a blanket, and she looks a little pale. ]

You're not okay.

[ It's a statement, not a question. ]

Week Three | The Huts | Saturday Night

We need to talk.

[ She's been tailing him a little bit since the trial ended, watching and waiting for the others to disperse before she approaches. When she speaks she is not mean, or angry, but oddly firm-- odd for someone who usually always sounds like she's never sure of anything. ]

This way--

[ She motions for him to follow him to her hut-- Vriska is not there, and that's for the better. When they are finally inside she speaks again.]

I don't expect you to answer all of my questions, it wouldn't make sense if you did. But I need to ask them anyway.. is that okay?

[ She sounds a little more like her "normal" self, but only briefly. ]