Donna looks perfectly fine.
It astounds me. I didn't think I'd find her here of all places. I barely know what to think at this point. She looks great. Her skin isn't as pale and the bags under her eyes aren't as dark anymore. She always looked sleep-deprived back at the encampment. She's resting more. I grab her hands and she gently extracts them from my grasp. She still doesn't want to be touched.
At least that hasn't changed.
"What are you doing here? I was so worried about you! You disappeared without a word."
She looks at her feet.
"I thought Serge killed you." No reaction from her. "I'm glad you're safe." Again, no reaction. Has she gone back to her brooding phase? She used to be hostile and unkind to me for no particular reason, until that night when she tried to tell me something. Maybe this is what she was trying to tell me, that she was going to leave and join another pack. That would make sense, I guess.
