there’s a rage that has gripped onto lorna since the maze. it’s familiar, though still unwelcome; she’s spent the last year trying to get it under control. now, however, she’s tempted to throw it all out the window and flush out these court bastards ONE BY ONE. in fact, the only saving grace in all this, is the exhaustion that weighs on her entire body keeps her firmly in place. she’s not even sure she could muster enough of her abilities to do anything substantial until she rests, first. by then, it may not even be worth it. 

   regardless, the whole ordeal has left her irritable beyond words. it really isn’t her fault that sound of approaching footsteps caused a scowl to play at her lips as she immediately snaps, “ whatever you want, try again later. i’m on my way to ten hours of sleep. ” when she turns on her heel, fully intending to head past the individual and into her small, metropolis flat, guilt immediately whittles at her defenses.