Room 406, evening

[izzyalienqueen]

After last night's festivities and working today, Isabel was ready for a quiet night in. She made herself a hot chocolate, minus the whipped cream because she was still semi-traumatized, then settled in to write a few more essays.

The door was open.

[OOC: Okay to say Ronan came by, conversation itself is NFB. Anyone else stopping by would be prior to Ronan.]

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[not_in_the_book]

Ronan had spent much of the afternoon after his abortive lunch avoiding people. Everyone. Just... running. The preserve was good for that.

But now he was at Isabel's door, probably looking quite frazzled and upset, his eyes red from crying and his skin scratched by branches that he'd ignored in his haste. He stood there, not saying anything, unable to say anything, two threads all that kept him from falling into complete breakdown.