The Samsara, Port of Fandom, Late Wednesday Morning

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had been holding it together. All through yesterday, she'd been hanging tight to the feeling of relief that Duke was no longer at the mercy of a stupid rock's whims affecting his emotions. But she hadn't relaxed fully into it. Hadn't allowed herself to, because the past - weekend? Month? However long was weighing on her, and moment by moment she'd felt more and more like a dam was about to break. Like it was just a matter of time.

She'd held on for as long as she could. But she'd finally left the Rouge after breakfast this morning.

And Octavia was no longer holding it together.

At all.

Ridiculously enough, it was the envelope that did it, that started her off. The one with the paperwork from Dr. Baker's office, from what felt like a year ago because this past month seemed to have gone on forever. She caught sight of it on the little table on her boat, and just --

Crumbled onto the floor, to finally cry for everything she'd been holding back.

[ooc: Primarily establishy but can be open, sure.]