Snippet #1138923

"Good night, and you're quite welcome," the young woman responded before taking her leave. Just up the first flight of stairs was her room, and it was here that she entered at last. Ah, how long the day had been! Not to say that she hadn't enjoyed it; it was good to be back in Exodar after all that had happened, and even though she could not share it with her family, Kit figured that being here with Norman and Amunet was more than she could have expected.

Amunet's presence was so very warm, Kit thought, and she felt things so truly that it was almost refreshing for the young empath to experience it. Smiling a little to herself, she absently stroked Bastet (who had taken to sleeping on her bed) and arranged her covers for sleep. Rather than crawl straight in as she was inclined, Kit decided now would be a good time for a shower.

Bathing was one of those things that you took for granted until it wasn't easy anymore, and it took the blind girl a considerable amount of time to arrange her toiletries and then find the shower knob and adjust it to the proper temperature. Ten minutes later, though, she was quite glad she'd gone to the trouble. The hot water was soothing, but she had to shampoo and everything before it lulled her to sleep.

Once adorned in her nightgown, she brushed out her hair and braided it, cleaned her teeth, and was about ready to clamber onto her queen-sized mattress when a thought struck her. Did Amunet have spare clothes? The woman hadn't seemed to be carrying anything, though Kit could not be sure. Pursing delicate-looking lips together, the girl padded to the room next to hers, the one which had once belonged to Liz. She didn't know exactly how tall Amunet was, but from the way she walked, she and Liz were probably close at least, since Kit's sister had been on the slightly more voluptuous side as well, or at least moreso than Katherine herself.

It was with some reverence that Kit opened the doors to a massive armoire. Elizabeth Wilson had been much more fond of clothes in general than Katherine, but she had never owned anything ostentatious. Kit was about to grab some clothes when she paused mid-reach. The closet still smelled like Liz's perfume.

Taking a moment to gather herself, Kit brushed the thoughts aside and grabbed a few articles, some of the longer ones maybe, that would have an allowance for someone a bit taller. Folding them neatly, she exited the room full of memories and laid the clothes outside Amunet's door, unsure if the woman was yet inside or asleep.

At length, she was finally back in her own room, and almost as soon as her head touched the pillow, she felt Bastet curl next to her arms, and slipped into slumber.