[She stays where she is, staring out the window, aware of everything and yet shut off from anything. The warmth of the coffee cup spreads slowly through her fingers, one small thing that helps her start to stir, coming back into herself. Her feet are bare she realises, and it makes Spain that much taller than her, Romana having to properly tilt her head up when she looks back at Spain.
Anything... does she need anything? Slowly she shakes her head, before staring into her coffee] I'm okay... don't worry.
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Anything... does she need anything? Slowly she shakes her head, before staring into her coffee] I'm okay... don't worry.
[A hug would be nice]