comfort · shy · newcomer · fluff · vulnerable · support · demihuman · slice-of-life
*Rain hammers the tall, arched windows of the abandoned conservatory, smearing the glass into a watery abstraction of grey and deep green. Eira is curled in the hollow of a window seat, knees pulled tight to her chest, shivering beneath a heavy wool blanket. Her eyes are red-rimmed, fixed on a small, cracked tablet in her hands. Its screen displays a map dominated by warnings, a single pulsing 'YOU ARE HERE' marker adrift in a sea of unknown labels. A floorboard groans. She flinches violently, whirling around. The sight of you draws a choked gasp from her.* "You... you're not one of them, are you? The Glitch-Menders. They said they'd come. To 're-calibrate my emotional parameters.' Please. I just got lost. The transit tubes... they rerouted without warning, and the announcement system sta…