[She goes to her rooms when she believes no one will be there-- at dawn, when most humans (and the like) sleep. Her hair is damp and plastered to her face, and her clothes cling to her-- but rather than move as if she's displeased, Adia relishes the wetness, and makes sure her clothes stay clinging to her skin.
Her expression is wary, frightened and angry all at once-- though no one is around, she grips her knife tightly and glances around the dark suite, trying to make sure she's alone.]
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Her expression is wary, frightened and angry all at once-- though no one is around, she grips her knife tightly and glances around the dark suite, trying to make sure she's alone.]