By now, Cara was just about ready to climb the walls.

Nothing worked. Not running herself ragged, not punching things, not (failing at) meditation. Nothing Cara tried (by herself) was burning off this twitchiness and excess energy.

Which is how she came to be standing in the shower with the hot water off and the cold turned up full bore.

Naturally, naturally, it turned out that Mord'Sith endurance and spending a year getting accustomed to bathing in rivers and streams? Did. Not. Help. This. Plan.

Though at least the running water seemed to have put a stop to that damned sneezing for the moment.

[OOC: Dor closed, post open.]