“Thank you,” she says quietly, as the other fury approaches the balcony she’s leaning against. It feels like it’s been forever since the two have seen each other more than just in passing, moving in and out of each other’s lives like ships in the night, and Ophelia misses the closeness they had. “For allowing Rhea to stay, without complaint. I know I did not ask before I brought her here, but circumstances were desperate.” A number of people wanted her dead, perhaps still do, and she needed a place to lie low. With the protection of two furies around, their apartment seemed like the best option. “Things haven’t been easy, recently. And perhaps having a rift around leaves us more in the center of it than we would be otherwise. I agreed to that, but you didn’t.” Yet she never made an issue of the fact, like she would’ve had right to. Like Ophelia might have, had situations been reversed. “I miss you, Sofia.” ( @sofiamcrales )
