[ Unlike her first visit, when she only planned to stare at the door from afar at the time (only to be lured over by Catduggery's appearance), Fio's here with a purpose. As usual, she has one doll in tow: Calcite fluttering in midair next to her. She doesn't cling for the comfort of the plush dragon, yet one hand squeezes nervously to the tote bag around her arm. In her other hand, she holds a palm-sized package, wrapped in black construction paper and topped with a gold ribbon.
This is something that she wanted to do earlier. She's been laying low, keeping quiet, uncertain where everyone's allegiances lie after the events in December... it's a little late into the month now, but she's here now, after making sure it's silent with no one else around.
Taking deep breaths, Fio tries to mentally hype herself up. There have always been chances for her to ask for a chaperone and no doubt anyone would reject her request. But she has to be brave. She can do this all by herself!
After a moment, her legs finally budge and she moves until she's standing right in front of the bridge door. ]
The Bridge
This is something that she wanted to do earlier. She's been laying low, keeping quiet, uncertain where everyone's allegiances lie after the events in December... it's a little late into the month now, but she's here now, after making sure it's silent with no one else around.
Taking deep breaths, Fio tries to mentally hype herself up. There have always been chances for her to ask for a chaperone and no doubt anyone would reject her request. But she has to be brave. She can do this all by herself!
After a moment, her legs finally budge and she moves until she's standing right in front of the bridge door. ]
...Hello? Mister Captain?