There was a knock. Ulynda hit send with one finger and raised her head with a trance-like stare to meet Nanny’s warming smile. “I found a tin of biscuits in my bag,” the woman murmured. “Would you like one?” Her mother must have approved the giving, or else had gone out of the flat. Ulynda nodded with a soft, grateful, “Yes, please.” Nanny nodded too. “Be right back.” Neoma looked at the screen. The progress bar was complete. The message had been sent. She hoped Doctor Tamner got it and came to her with help, even if she had no idea what he, Enoch, or even Scarecrow could do for her.
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Date: 2023-01-02 01:28 am (UTC)Her mother must have approved the giving, or else had gone out of the flat. Ulynda nodded with a soft, grateful, “Yes, please.”
Nanny nodded too. “Be right back.”
Neoma looked at the screen. The progress bar was complete. The message had been sent. She hoped Doctor Tamner got it and came to her with help, even if she had no idea what he, Enoch, or even Scarecrow could do for her.