Losing Ground

[its_worthdoing]

[She only has to wake up to know. All the off Willow feels is confirmed by a cursory look around the room. She doesn't linger.

The lingering hurts more.

From three. To two.

Then one.

Despite all the knowing, she makes the brief walk to the room-that-ever-was.

The words are soft and contained]

Jilly's gone. Jilly's gone home.

[And then, before she can think better of it? Or quadruple doubt herself? She filters someone in particular]


She's -- she's gone Billy. I woke up and she was just gone.

Comments

[banished_dame]

Have we met b'fore? I'm Rose Tyler, I was a friend of Jilly's, but there's a bit where I was here, but not here... which possibly makes me sound bit crazy.

[its_worthdoing]

I don't think so? [Willow is jolted from her thoughts] I mean, not that I can remember.

I'm Willow.

[banished_dame]

Well, it's nice t'meet you. Even under these circumstances. I'd been in the castle before. One of the ones from Paris.

Jilly was stayin' with me. [It seems unfair that she finally got to see her again and now she was gone.]

[its_worthdoing]

Jilly never liked -- [But this girl probably knew that. With the staying]

It's nice to meet you to.

[Those circumstances? Are still very much in her voice]

[banished_dame]

We could meet sometime. For tea?