[ damn. this is... a lot. she's going to look at them one by one. she'll linger on certain ones more than others, which get no more than a passing glance. but the fact that he chose poems for each and every one of them is super cute. ]

[ she's glad that he's doing so well with his team. that's... kind of the dream in a place like this. she smiles, if but for a second, and then it fades away as he expression turns neutral; lips twitching as she fights off a frown. feelings bubble up inside her, but she forces a lid on them and buries them deeper. ]

[ she's forgotten what it's like to be a part of a team... ]

[ with the dagger slotted into the wall she turns to leave. ]

[ time to head into door number 3. ]