The next day arrived quieter than the last.
Mabel came in just after midday.
Her knock on Aire's door was a familiar tap at the door that didn't ask permission so much as assume it would be granted.
Aire was sitting on the edge of her bed when Mabel entered. She was becoming a ghost of herself. Her mind kept replaying the prophecy they said about her over and over again.
Her eyes lifted slowly. Her expression shifted a bit, as her eyes light up immediately.
"Mabel," she said quietly.
Mabel closed the door behind her gently. "I heard you've been making yourself very difficult to find." She said friendly, walking towards Aire
Aire let out a faint breath. "I've been here."
"You look bad," Mabel replied. She walked further into the room, her gaze sweeping over it.
She stared at the unmade bed, the untouched tray from earlier, and the faint heaviness in the air.
She looked at Aire properly now, and her expression softened.
"You didn't have to hide yourself in here."
