[Quietly, she meanders in the direction indicated, still sort of absently snooping around (old habits die hard, and she's also instinctively marking the exits as she goes) as she makes her way into the living room and finds a seat on the couch.
At first, she's upright and tall, hands folded in her lap as she muses and waits; after a moment, though, she seems to think better of it and silently removes her boots, leaving them near the door and returning to the couch, leaning on the armrest and pulling her legs up catlike beneath her as she settles in.
She gives Elle a smile when she comes trotting in to make the fire, but for the most part she just waits, mind drifting in and out of thoughts of her nightmare as she recounts her old familiar zen principles and starts to once again calm herself down — absently running her fingers over the bracelet concealed beneath her left glove as she does so.]
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At first, she's upright and tall, hands folded in her lap as she muses and waits; after a moment, though, she seems to think better of it and silently removes her boots, leaving them near the door and returning to the couch, leaning on the armrest and pulling her legs up catlike beneath her as she settles in.
She gives Elle a smile when she comes trotting in to make the fire, but for the most part she just waits, mind drifting in and out of thoughts of her nightmare as she recounts her old familiar zen principles and starts to once again calm herself down — absently running her fingers over the bracelet concealed beneath her left glove as she does so.]