Agio, Wednesday Afternoon [Fandom time]

Karla leaned against the door of the community center and gratefully took the mug of coffee one of Mari's helpers passed to her. It tasted rough and muddy. She didn't care. At that moment, she might have drunk sewer water as long as it was hot. She closed her eyes and tried to absorb a little of the rising's sun's warmth. The predawn air was chilly, but clear. She needed a few moments to clear her head of the scent of pain and blood and fear. She couldn't find enough energy to produce more body heat, so she wrapped her hands around the warm mug and pretended that was enough. ( It would have to be enough. )

[NFI, NFB, leaving OOC increases your odds of winning the lottery. Events and some bits of text adapted from Chapter Thirteen of Heir to the Shadows. Hey look, no warnings needed! Part 6 (out of roughly eleventy-billion, damn you LJ post limits) of plot. (I, II, III, and IV, V). Tomorrow, all Hell breaks loose.]