The Trip Trap

   When Bigby came through her door, Holly had to fight the instinct to duck everything on the counter beneath, tensing for a fight or bad news. Her saving grace that prevented following that instinct was the small voice in the back of her head that said “It’s supposed to be better now”. Still, she held a bewildered look, brimming with anticipation. Forced friendliness where none had been before topped off her reaction.

   snow it is i

HOLLS! *throws Snowy at her*

   "Woody- Woody!" Holly shouted, raising her hands to try to cause distance between them. Perhaps she was needlessly rejecting his help but she couldn't help it when it came to him now. Every time she looked at him, she thought of Lily. When his hands touched her, she could only think about how those same hands touched her now deceased sister in ways she didn't want to dwell on.

   "I'm just still a bit wobbly coming down from what Swineheart gave me. I can walk on my own." She declared before plopping herself down onto a stool. Yeah, she could walk on her own but it wasn't the greatest experience. Her ankles shook slightly in her heels.