Cara wasn't packing, not really if you asked her. She wasn't really the type to acquire a great many possessions, and she tended to keep anything she didn't want to lose already packed so she could grab them and her weapons without wasting time if there was need. So it should have been easy enough just to leave it at that.

But even without only gathering a minimum of things, she'd been here long enough to collect some, and it turned out there was a middle ground between things that could be easily left without a second thought, and things she needed to keep. Sure she could be ruthlessly pragmatic about what she took, but if she was going to do that... she'd probably have to start taking things out of the pack as well.

[Door and post open.]

After closing her door, Cara just barely managed to care enough to toe off her (red) boots and pull off her (red) gloves before letting herself collapse on the bed and stare at the ceiling.

That was a week. Even just the confusing parts, let alone where she'd gone along with the completely insane plan, taught a utterly stupid class or done what needed doing.

And of course, that which she would never speak of again.

Even the few genuinely pleasant memories of the week were not actually helping right now.

[Open.]