She looked away. No point dwelling on what could not be changed. Even being a Shadow seemed meaningless now. She moved over to inspect the desk, surprised to find it well stocked with paper and writing equipment. The pencils here were not made for it, but she would be able to pass the time sketching if she so chose, something she’d often enjoyed back at the school. For some reason the thought reassured her. At the very least, she would not lose her mind to boredom in here.
The sweet release of escapism comes in many fashions and always with a timely rescue!
