Week Four | Hot Springs | Thursday

[ Whatever Wednesday had been, she'd emerged from her own trial just once. After that she'd disappeared back into her room until the white was gone and the island had taken shape once more. Though remnants of it all remained-- both in how tired everyone was and the scratches from when she'd tried to traverse the pit of spikes.

She's kneeling by the hot springs when Vriska finds her, trying her best to wash Ukyo's blood off her sweater. Her usual ensemble is pretty stained and messy too, but it didn't get the worst of it.

She pauses in her scrubbing just long enough to look over her shoulder-- when she sees its Vriska she offers her a tight-lipped, and very forced smiles and goes back to her business. ]

Goodmorning! Or maybe not..? You look really tired Vriska, maybe you should go back to bed and sleep in a little longer.

[ Yeah she's not gonna say anything about the blood, or scartaches, or any of what transpired the last 24 hours. ]

Week Four | Near the Jungle | Thursday (early evening)

[ Another week, another monstrosity that would remind them all of how they've sinned, another night where another one of them would be sacrificed for their misdeeds. The thing that bothers her the most is that she feels no guilt.

She stands in front of the tree house that had once been home to meetings between herself, Yona and Austria. The flowers strung from the trees are all wilting. ]

Good evening.

[ She doesn't quite smile but she's polite, casual. Her hands are folded neatly in front of her and she tries to pretend she doesn't smell Ukyo's blood anymore. ]

Thank you for coming here to meet me.

[ A note left on his pillow on cat stationary. It reminds her a little of high school, and Touma and letters in shoeboxes.]