[Out of tremendous concern for those who are not necessarily fragile, but perhaps more prone to being reactionary due to their own trauma, Evelyn intended to drop in on Liv after their recent conversation. It is perhaps mildly presumptuous of her, but Evelyn is nothing if not caring and, frankly, doesn't expect what she sees. A boat event gone wrong, people screaming, gnashing teeth and a frightened young woman in the middle of it who is injured before being knocked overboard.
It doesn't take a professional anatomist to determine the cause of death, nor the strangely abnormal implications.
But Liv isn't in her room anymore and Evelyn, desirous of knowing how similar they might be, makes a point of seeking her out while on her rounds, locating her in one of the tea rooms as a blindingly pale beacon on the chaise lounge. Politely, she raps a knuckle on the jamb of the door before shutting it behind her.]
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It doesn't take a professional anatomist to determine the cause of death, nor the strangely abnormal implications.
But Liv isn't in her room anymore and Evelyn, desirous of knowing how similar they might be, makes a point of seeking her out while on her rounds, locating her in one of the tea rooms as a blindingly pale beacon on the chaise lounge. Politely, she raps a knuckle on the jamb of the door before shutting it behind her.]
May I join you?