As Koln and Ruby chat, Clover stands up, shaken. How had Koln known that she was going to kill herself? She hadn't mentioned it. Was it that obvious? Or was he that keen?
She feels a tear begin to make its way past her eyelashes, but she sniffs and bids it to return to her eye.
'I can't be weak. I can't let them see me be weak.'
'Well, I suppose Koln's already seen that. He's very... soothing.'
She blushes a little and crosses the room. Koln was asking Ruby questions about Almish life. She was listening somewhat, but she was more concerned with an immediate problem: the window.
It seemed like just a few hours ago she had stood here and watched the sun go down. It was a beautiful view, but deadly to vampires, she supposed. Clover shut the blinds, then the curtains. Then, she wondered if it was enough?
She turned to ask Koln and Ruby their opinion, but stopped as she saw Ruby struggling to sit on her bed in her puffy dress.
Smiling, almost motherly--the girl seemed older, yet younger at the same time. how old was Ruby, anyway?--she opened a drawer and pulled out a long nightgown which she never used. Mindy had made fun of her for it the day she had pulled it out, and it hadn't surfaced since. But Ruby, Almish, might appreciate it.
Clover pulled out a pair of cotton pjs for herself.
She handed the nightgown to Ruby, "Here. You might be more comfortable. Koln? I'm sorry, but I don't have anything that would fit you. And are you sure about the floor? I don't mind sharing with Ruby. We're both small." She laughed good-naturedly.