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Sadie squinted her eyes at Molly. Well, at least she could see her now. Not that it made any sense, or mattered in any way. She nodded slowly, still lightly running her hand up and down the upper part of Lacross' back. A nervous habit that didn't seem to disturb him too much. She examined Molly, watching as she started talking to her. At her. In words that actually made sense. Questions. Things that Sadie really didn't want. Questions were what landed her here. She pulled her hand away from Lacross, long enough for him to wander off from her. She raised her brows, glanced at him, then turned her gaze back at Molly. It confused her when people acted out of their nature. But she didn't even have much of a personality of her own, now did she? Sadie pursed her lips once more, not really sure if she had much of an answer.

"It's fine." She answered shortly, returning her nervous hand back to touching at Lacross' back. It kept in her touch with what she was doing, where she was. The past few days had been rough. She twitched like she was nervous, like there was a reason for her anxiety. There was total reason, but she felt it was so trivial that she would be laughed at. By what? A bunch of people as broken as her? Did they care? Would they laugh because her problems were so...tiny? Sadie shrunk back, realizing how long she was taking to respond. Dark eyes were wide and locked on Molly for a moment or two. "If I was okay I wouldn't be here." There was a pause, a realization, and then she snapped her neck back, like someone had grabbed her head and thought for a moment. "I mean..." She looked at Molly again, squinting her eyes at her.

"My mother is supposed to visit." Those words were heavier than she expected them to be. To her, it was a nightmare, a punishment, her reason for hiding in her room for so many days. Avoiding the woman who judged her so harshly. Sadie turned her attention back to Lacross, nuzzling her forehead against his shoulder and watching him draw.