He gives her a day between the clear end of the chaos and his check-in. He wants her to have some time to settle, but not too much time to be alone. Not after everything he read in her file, not when Jean was the one who showed up.
The highest point of his broken crown, when he holds the pieces in a ring hovering over his palm, leads him to wherever she's decided to post up this afternoon, and he closes his hand to call the crown's pieces back to himself--back into his chest, specifically, it's a useful storage area--before he says anything.
"Hi." That's about as neutral as an opening can get, right?
Madelyne doesn't like asking for things, so it says something that she's in the Enclosure at all. The actual scenery would be less obvious to most people, but Edwin knows about the cottage in Anchorage; he knows this is where she was happy, once. This is where Scott came back to, later, with Jean.
She's abandoned all pretence of regality, sitting cross-legged on the carpet with her back against on of the couches. There's a long letter written in pink cursive on her lap, but she's focused on something cradled in her hands. When she looks up, it's made clear: this is the headpiece of Jean's costume, which she must have left behind on purpose.
"Hey." There's no evidence of crying on her face, but her voice sounds hoarse; maybe she was screaming instead.
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The highest point of his broken crown, when he holds the pieces in a ring hovering over his palm, leads him to wherever she's decided to post up this afternoon, and he closes his hand to call the crown's pieces back to himself--back into his chest, specifically, it's a useful storage area--before he says anything.
"Hi." That's about as neutral as an opening can get, right?
VERY MUCH A MOOD
She's abandoned all pretence of regality, sitting cross-legged on the carpet with her back against on of the couches. There's a long letter written in pink cursive on her lap, but she's focused on something cradled in her hands. When she looks up, it's made clear: this is the headpiece of Jean's costume, which she must have left behind on purpose.
"Hey." There's no evidence of crying on her face, but her voice sounds hoarse; maybe she was screaming instead.