[ as they walk, she does her best to take in everything. it's overwhelming; she has a feeling he wouldn't mind leading her around the boarding house until she knew it off by heart. something told her that there wasn't much to do around here.
the last thing elena expects is to be offered any clothes that could be her size. she imagined there was a store in town… wasn't there always a store in town? but if her new friend is going through the closets of the boarding house, then that can only mean one thing… ]
You have no idea where the owner of these clothes is, do you?
[ she accepts the clothes he has in his hands, holding them up against her chest. they might be a little big, but at least they're dry. ]
Is the coat yours? [ she smiles, intending it to be a joke. she has a feeling it's definitely his; it fits too perfectly to his lanky frame. ]
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the last thing elena expects is to be offered any clothes that could be her size. she imagined there was a store in town… wasn't there always a store in town? but if her new friend is going through the closets of the boarding house, then that can only mean one thing… ]
You have no idea where the owner of these clothes is, do you?
[ she accepts the clothes he has in his hands, holding them up against her chest. they might be a little big, but at least they're dry. ]
Is the coat yours? [ she smiles, intending it to be a joke. she has a feeling it's definitely his; it fits too perfectly to his lanky frame. ]