#halfpaintedroses

The destruction of the reapers led many refugees to flee towards to the Citadel, hearts full of pain and anguish. Somehow, this young human's movements did not quite align with theirs; the way her eyes viewed her surroundings, an odd roll and drag to her steps. Whatever dogged her had done so for a much longer period of time, "Please excuse this one's intrusion, but it wishes to know, are you alright?"

"Have you heard of knocking on the door before entering?"

{Alright, thank you very much!}