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As she was hunched over, holding her muzzle intently, he gave her the good news. She didn't answer for a few minutes focusing on not hurling all over the storage room floor. It would be horribly disgusting if she did, especially since they were both stuck in here. Oh god...stuck in here with Alsiter. The good news helped settle her stomach a bit. Aro was safe, Hadley and Amatha were safe, and so was everyone who went with them. That meant that the whole pack was down here in safety while the storm raged outside the courthouse walls. Sidra squeezed her eyes shut trying to shake the images of the storm out of her head. The thoughts of wind strong enough to knock trees down and possibly buildings mixed with a downpour weren't ones she could handle right now. Storms weren't her strong suit. Alister asked if she was okay and she gave a slight nod feeling the nausea settle slowly. After a few deep breaths, assuring she was fine, she stood up and regained her normally dominant posture. White backed ears pressed forward and amethyst eyes narrowed on Alister. She was stuck...in here...with him. The thought terrorized her.
Sidra ignored Alsiter's suggestion to sit down and pressed pass him coming to the door. She frantically turned the nob and pulled at it trying to open it. She wanted to see Aro, not be stuck in here with the last person in Casa she wanted to see right now. God damnit!! Open! The woman twisted and pulled for a couple more seconds before slamming a hand onto the door creating a rather loud bang. Angrily, she turned and rushed past the tawny man taking her original seat. Her hands raised to cup her face as she lowered her head, using her arms to hold it up. A long irritated groad escaped her lips, her claws scratching the top of her head. Why?! Why now?! The anger was getting to her, making her nauseous again. Sidra tried to calm down simply ignoring the fact that Alister was standing, or sitting, feet away. She'd get out of here soon and be able to see Aro. He'd make her feel better, she'd be safe with him.
Several moments passed, the leopard woman sitting there quietly, simply breathing and relaxing. Then, slowly her head raised to look over at Alister. He'd taken a spot in the corner. She noticed how cold he looked, fur still sopping wet from the storm and his body shivering slightly. She felt some sympathy for him but it would never show on her features. She continued to stare at him blankly. So...what now? We have to wait for someone to come and open the door? Her head fell back against the wall, claws impatiently scratching at the wooden box she was sitting on. There was nothing to talk about with the man and she didn't want to talk to him either. Her eyes remained focused on the ceiling, not wanting to hear Alister's voice, smell his scent, or see his face.
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