The medic had been plagued by the usual illnesses her condition brought forth, and it had meant staying within the walls of her den for days on end. Now, of course, Odessa felt much better, though she hardly expected it to stay like this. While she was able to move about and keep up on her feet, she intended to make the most of it. Biding her mate goodbye she headed outside. It was dismal, the weather, but Odessa made the most of it. After all, it was only a little bit of drizzle and she hardly intended to stay out and get soaked. Her blue plaid shawl was draped over her head and spilled out onto her shoulders. Her small, grey form seemed to merge into the dismal greyness of everything. She could only remember one such time when it had been like this and that was when Larkspur passed. Of course, then it was just likely that that had been how the medic saw the world around then. Perhaps it had been warm and sunny. Odessa wouldn't have cared either way.
The ruins gave some shelter from the rain, than stopped for a moment before breaking out again. And it also gave bursts of companionship since most of Salsola's members resided here. Pumpkin eyes fell on the form of the younger femme, 'Draugr', and grey feet took the monotone medic to her cousin (well, of sorts).
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