[ * You... more or less just "appear" in the same room as Lucretia. You did warn her beforehand, so you don't see much of a problem, but you wonder if she's really all that she implies she is.
Accepting. Kind. Patient.
You've always had trouble believing that.
...still do.
Nonetheless, you are in some rather, awful looking clothes. Matching wise. A dirt stained white shirt with awkwardly pastel rainbow floral designs covering half of it, jorts(?) with paint stains on them over purple-ish black starry leggings. Not to mention your gaudy necklaces and pink parka, and your gold and green accented grey combat boots. You're overall a mess. No makeup shows the dark half moon bruises under your eyes, and you don't much care if she notices the hazy quality to your gaze.
You manage to get out 'i'll bake you something in return for your kindness' in French, even if your voice sounds like it hadn't been used in a long time. You don't really think people are kind just to be kind. You're working on that, too. ]
