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[shelley_winters]

Shelley lifts her sore head.

She can't see the clock, so has no idea how many hours have past.

The girl is still curled at the end of her bed, wrapped in an overlarge black suitcoat. It had been in her wardrobe for months, and now... It's some small comfort.

Her head drops back down onto the blanket as she stares at the wall.

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[shelley_winters]

Her gaze wanders to a white flower freshly blooming on her dresser, before she shuts her eyes and nods.

"Please."

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

He follows her eyes.

"You can bring that if you want."

[shelley_winters]

She nods, and sits up shakily.

It takes a moment before she can stand and reach for the flower.

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael watches her carefully, ready to catch her if she needs it.

[shelley_winters]

She's wobbly but more or less all right as she glances around the dull-lit room.

The flower is turned gently over and over in her hands as she nods gratefully at him.

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael eyes the flower, sensing the traces of power on it, but doesn't comment.

"Ready to go?"

[shelley_winters]

Shelley nods silently, reaching to turn off her lamp and nearly clumsily knocking it over.

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael reaches out telekinetically to steady it.

[shelley_winters]

"Thanks."

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

"Welcome."

He walks to the door at her side, just in case.

[shelley_winters]

The girl glances back once before finally leaving her room.