07-01-2015, 08:37 PM
Eliza couldn't help but giggle when Roland made his strange noises instead of words. Luckily, Rose cut him off before he could mumble any more and told her that she looked good. Eliza had never been one for caring how she looked, but this was a different place, with different people, and she wanted to at least try to fit in. Roland was sat, red faced, on the couch holding some of the notes Eliza had given him, but Rose refused to take them and Eliza couldn't help the wave of gratitude that washed over her. Somewhere deep inside, for reasons unknown, Eliza had expected that the people of this town would be more interested in looking out for their own skin than helping anyone else. It was, after all, a dog eat dog world beyond the gates.
As they made their way towards the door, Rose's words sunk in for Eliza and she vowed to ask Roland what she had meant by 'just keep finding them'... But before she had chance, he was opening the door to the next floor for her, and telling her she looked amazing. Eliza's jaw almost hit the floor. She had never felt so wonderful about herself in all of her life, and Roland just kept on making her smile. "Th...Thank you" she stuttered as her face turned an obvious shade of crimson.
When they walked into the bedroom, Eliza was surprised to find that it looked very comfortable. At the sight of the bed that waited for her, she couldn't control her grin. "She helps you? Does her help involve the ones you keep finding?" she asked Roland, desperately hoping that she wasn't just another body rescued from the vaults and that he wasn't going to leave her once she settled in. Turning her face away to hide her distress, Eliza made her way over to the bed in the far corner of the room and plopped down on the edge of it, scooping up a soft, feather pillow and pushing her face into it. It smelled lovely, like lavender and camomile. Gosh I missed that smell she thought, remembering how her mother had always smelled of those two things.
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