[It's sort of amazing to watch Sabriel busy herself so. She's never really had anyone rush around looking for anything for her really. Even as weary as she feels internally she can't help but feel... intrigued? Confused?
When everything is put in front of her she sort of stares at it for a minute, particularly the coat. It's so puffy, obviously suited for winter and makes Rachel remember the last time she had a winter coat. It's too distant and fuzzy for her to fully recall.
After that moment of pause she gives her head a quick shake 'yes'. Her words are soft.]
Thank you.
[Another moment of hesitating and she takes her messenger bag off. It drops to the ground with a muffled clinking sound, objects rattling against one another.
As she settles against the floor first for a pair of thick socks that came with the rest of the clothes she looks... pleased? Her smile is as faint as the light frosting on the windows, purely an unconscious reaction to something just given to her without rhyme or reason.]
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When everything is put in front of her she sort of stares at it for a minute, particularly the coat. It's so puffy, obviously suited for winter and makes Rachel remember the last time she had a winter coat. It's too distant and fuzzy for her to fully recall.
After that moment of pause she gives her head a quick shake 'yes'. Her words are soft.]
Thank you.
[Another moment of hesitating and she takes her messenger bag off. It drops to the ground with a muffled clinking sound, objects rattling against one another.
As she settles against the floor first for a pair of thick socks that came with the rest of the clothes she looks... pleased? Her smile is as faint as the light frosting on the windows, purely an unconscious reaction to something just given to her without rhyme or reason.]