[Eliza is up bright and early Sunday morning, right at 7 am when the kitchen doors are unlocked. Instead of diverting in there to make her usual morning tea she bypasses it entirely to head straight for the dining hall. She pulls up a chair at the table and sits, clapping her hands together and lowering her head. It might look strange but praying helps soothe her nerves and brings her a little sense of peace. If anyone wants to join her Come To Jesus meeting, they're welcome to it.
Later in the afternoon Eliza has settled into the ballroom at the grand piano. She plinks out a short little introduction.]
Un deux trois quatre Cinq six sept huit neuf.
[She quickly switches it up to something more lively, humming along as she plays with a soft, relaxed smile. She feels good today, better than she has in the past week.]
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Later in the afternoon Eliza has settled into the ballroom at the grand piano. She plinks out a short little introduction.]
Un deux trois quatre
Cinq six sept huit neuf.
[She quickly switches it up to something more lively, humming along as she plays with a soft, relaxed smile. She feels good today, better than she has in the past week.]