The Cape Rouge, Thursday Afternoon

Octavia didn't know if she was actually ready to do this. But she was also very aware that there was a limit to how many days she could stay gone before it really began to look like leaving, and especially with how she'd resurfaced in town yesterday... That limit was fast approaching.

It still took her until the afternoon to actually make herself cross the short walk along the docks from one boat to another, but she was doing it now. Forcing herself first to go over the threshold and board the Rouge, then to head down into the living quarters.

She was clutching a bundle of laundry under her good arm, as she did. Like a safety thing, or a good excuse.

[ooc: For thems that live here.]