[There's a fading black eye on her left side and an almost painfully thin look to her, when she opens the door. The worst of the scars are hidden beneath the long sleeves of her shirt-- will remain that way for some time. Still, the gauntness and general air of frailty to her will be enough of a hint at what she'd been through.
She still manages a smile, though. It's nothing bright and it doesn't reach her eyes, but it's still a smile.]
Not long. Barely a week, yet. Have you been here long?
Oh, no, thank you very much. The owner of Fortescue's is my Mum's uncle-- or, well, my Mum back in our time, anyways-- and he was kind enough to let me stay. He's been feeding me quite a bit.
[Understandably so, given... Well, how she looks.
She steps back nonetheless to let him in, a continued smile on her face.]
Do come in. Speaking of food, I've actually some leftovers if you need any, but right now I think I might go for some tea.
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She still manages a smile, though. It's nothing bright and it doesn't reach her eyes, but it's still a smile.]
Not long. Barely a week, yet. Have you been here long?
[In this time period, obviously.]
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'Bout the same - Luna, are you all right? Do you need-- [Healing? Rest and relaxation? Destressing?] --Something to eat?
[wellness begins and ends with food, in Ron's humble opinion. He is also bad at these things, even when he tries not to be.]
so late
[Understandably so, given... Well, how she looks.
She steps back nonetheless to let him in, a continued smile on her face.]
Do come in. Speaking of food, I've actually some leftovers if you need any, but right now I think I might go for some tea.