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Octavia hadn't set foot on the Rouge since Monday. Hadn't talked to Lucifer since that same day, or to Duke since Tuesday. She wondered if all of that should've made her feel terrible.
But the truth was that the past couple of days had been good for her. Quiet, solitary. She'd been on the preserve, on her own boat, out on the mainland for a swim. (She was getting closer to being able to call it that, too. Not just floating.) She was still very tired, all the time, but that was easier to bear when no one she met needed anything from her.
She was just another stranger.
But this morning, she finally felt like she had the energy to return. At least for a while. And so here she was, right back where she'd originally begun this week: yoga on the deck of the Rouge, a little before anyone below decks was likely to start thinking of breakfast.
Some of her forms were a little better, this time around, and she hummed softly to herself as she moved through them.
[ooc: Open, duh.]
But the truth was that the past couple of days had been good for her. Quiet, solitary. She'd been on the preserve, on her own boat, out on the mainland for a swim. (She was getting closer to being able to call it that, too. Not just floating.) She was still very tired, all the time, but that was easier to bear when no one she met needed anything from her.
She was just another stranger.
But this morning, she finally felt like she had the energy to return. At least for a while. And so here she was, right back where she'd originally begun this week: yoga on the deck of the Rouge, a little before anyone below decks was likely to start thinking of breakfast.
Some of her forms were a little better, this time around, and she hummed softly to herself as she moved through them.
[ooc: Open, duh.]
