[ allison's lying back on her bed, head on her pillows, as she tries not to think of all the work she needs to catch up on. her dad is okay. her dad is okay. and lydia — ]

[ — she's as okay as she's ever going to be. while allison would otherwise find this conversation a little tiresome, she's finding it to be the complete opposite. talking of shirts and assignments rather than werewolves and nemetons … allison hasn't felt seventeen in months. she's felt twice her age, more tired than she should, and she's forgotten that there's more to life than death. ]

[ she smiles before pulling herself up into a sitting position. her hair is a little messed up, but she doesn't pay it any mind. ]

Yeah. I don't think I've been this okay since … [ allison glances to the side, pursing her lips. ] I can't even remember. It's like we've been running for months and now we've finally just stopped.

[ she shuffles on the bed. glancing at lydia, she pushes her hair back so it doesn't cover her eyes. ] And you're … something. Are you okay?