Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-43432691-20191216212511/@comment-44540575-20191222231626

Roslyn heard a commotion from the room she had claimed. She smiled, and wrote, "I'll be right back. Sounds like Cian's up." She walked over to the door, snapped some of the baked goods Jamaica had made into her hand, knocked, and went in. When she saw the scene behind the door, she nearly dropped the plate she was carrying. She managed to put them down on a table, and rushed over to Cian, who looked distressed.