another layer of skin has grown over night, her knuckles are a little wobbly and her face seems swollen. worst of all the words seem to have gotten locked in. it will take longer for the right one to show up so she'll have to make do with little communication or coming across as a complete idiot. gauche could be the word of the day. the right person could make the difference, but he/she seems to exist in another world altogether. no healing by way of conversation. getting out however, is extremely necessary. 'outside' could keep her occupied, take her mind off fragmentary thought, she could borrow from the restlessness of the streets and markets and indulge in activity.
she rememebers it helped at other times.
she rememebers it helped at other times.