[Elsa is... looking rough. Which isn't really surprising, considering all that they've seen over the past few days. But since the trial, Elsa's been trying to keep herself together, for the sake of the others, but it's clear that it's not just what happened on friday that shook her up.
Monday morning in Rodgers Dorm isn't pierced with a scream, exactly, but if any of the early early birds are still lingering as others begin to awaken, they'll see Elsa startle awake with a choked gasp, one hand clutching the front of her shirt so tightly it's almost as if she's about to tear through the fabric. The hand flattens out, like she's trying to feel her chest, her heart, before she takes another deep, shaking breath. She looks down at her hands - still unmarked, but she doesn't look.... happy. It's like there's a shadow cast across her face, and she stares at her hands for a good long time before she even attempts to get out of bed.
Later, she'll make a stop by the vending machine. While most of the things she receives are the typical junk inside, something she pulls out seems to shake her, in a good way; a long maroon shawl, which she immediately wraps around her shoulders. She presses a bit of the draping fabric against her face, breathing deep like she's trying to inhale some familiar scent, and just... stands there for a while. It's clear that this item has a lot of meaning to her.
For the rest of the day, Elsa doesn't take the shawl off. Which is fine, because she doesn't really putter around much. She'll stay curled up in the library, thumbing through a few books but not really reading them.]
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Monday morning in Rodgers Dorm isn't pierced with a scream, exactly, but if any of the early early birds are still lingering as others begin to awaken, they'll see Elsa startle awake with a choked gasp, one hand clutching the front of her shirt so tightly it's almost as if she's about to tear through the fabric. The hand flattens out, like she's trying to feel her chest, her heart, before she takes another deep, shaking breath. She looks down at her hands - still unmarked, but she doesn't look.... happy. It's like there's a shadow cast across her face, and she stares at her hands for a good long time before she even attempts to get out of bed.
Later, she'll make a stop by the vending machine. While most of the things she receives are the typical junk inside, something she pulls out seems to shake her, in a good way; a long maroon shawl, which she immediately wraps around her shoulders. She presses a bit of the draping fabric against her face, breathing deep like she's trying to inhale some familiar scent, and just... stands there for a while. It's clear that this item has a lot of meaning to her.
For the rest of the day, Elsa doesn't take the shawl off. Which is fine, because she doesn't really putter around much. She'll stay curled up in the library, thumbing through a few books but not really reading them.]