Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-43432691-20191216212511/@comment-44540575-20191218044032

Cian!`she fingerspelled. Roslyn was very worried now. She'd seen in person what guilt can do to someone. When nobody got up to go to him, she hastily tied up the half-finished braid and hobbled over to the ladder Cian used to climb up. She hoised herself onto thr cot and sat crosslegged, facing thr boy. She wrote We need to talk. and passed it to Cian, looking him in the eye as she did so.