Room 227, Sunday Late Afternoon

Natalie couldn't say she'd been too shocked by running into Ender in the morning. But she couldn't deny it had made her think about past things again. The dungeon, and how far away it seemed now, even though she could still practically smell it if she just focused hard enough. Mostly, she was just contemplating how nightmares worked, and how trauma could bubble up at the slightest provocation if given a sudden push.

It wasn't too bad, but she was still glad this was the day Jim was coming over for... whatever roommate disruption it was that made it impossible for him to stay the night in his own room. She could deal with her thoughts on her own until he'd show up. Listen to some music and grab some extra pillows from the spare bed.

[ooc: For the full moon refugee, plz and thank u.]