#* event 002

As soon as the door shut behind Charlie, Damaris’ sat wide eyed on the edge of her bed, hands rubbing across soft fabric. She tried as hard as she could to bring her back to the reality of what had just happened. As much as she didn’t want to admit, Charlie was a very powerful person in Gravewood, someone with the power to expose, salt, and lemon yet another open wound on the Bailey name. 

She had noticed a bit ago that the shower water had stopped but didn’t want to alert to the fact that Charlie had discovered a lot. Damaris wasn’t sure if Oli was even listening. It wouldn’t have been new information for him but it was still something that the two hadn’t talked about in a long time. Sometimes it felt like Oliver hinted towards that past but he never really outright said it. Neither did Stari. 

As the door to the bathroom opened, she looked at Oliver with wide eyes. 

“How was your shower?”

Oli hadn’t been too pleased when Mari showed up at their door looking for Damaris. It wasn’t clear to Damaris why Marianne was looking for her but nonetheless, she felt the need to rectify the situation as soon as she could. The woman wasn’t even aware why Oli didn’t like Mari. Mari was a pretty easy person to like. Since their coffee, the two women hadn’t spoke. Was it even worth trying to salvage the broken friendship?

After a quick look in the mirror and a half-hearted attempt to make her look presentable, Damaris made her way to the door next door, knocking three times gently. She took a step back, so as to not alarm the other too much. If not by her ghastly appearance, then by her closeness. If Damaris could leave the lodge with as few ruffled feathers as possible, she was going it.