Welcome to Gaia! ::

Porsha hadn't left. She'd stayed out in the living room with the tv volume turned low in case Saorise needed her for some reason and spent the time the young woman soaked to catch up on an episode or two of one of the shows she'd been binge watching in very small doses. It was early yet, earlier than she was used to being back in her apartment, but she had no intention of leaving the poor girl on her own, not after the state she'd found her in. Tonight her place was here.

So she'd changed from one set of shorts to a much more comfortable pair and removed the bra from beneath her t-shirt. A second shirt and pair of shorts was dug from the depths of her drawers for Saorise and had been set on the edge of the sink in the bathroom.

Now she was just waiting, her body stretched out across the futon couch and Lenore loafed contently on her torso. She had one hand on the cat's back, and the other was hanging of the edge of the couch with a stemless glass of wine held between her fingers.

At some point she knew Slate would return home, but when probably depended on if he was working on his energy quota or compiling information to hand over to Schorl. The later, she thought, knowing how desperate he was to find answers about his brother. She wanted that too, had given him leniency on the energy he was supposed to be bringing in so he could focus on finding Umber. But she did hope he made it home before she or Saorise went to bed. It'd be easier to introduce the two of them before he walked in to find a stranger sleeping in his home.

Water was blessed. The sound and feel of it washed out more than dirt and grim- there was no sound, no world, for minutes and minutes. Time pooled around her feet and smelled like strange, pleasant soaps. Light was dim through plastic and curtained barriers.
Coming out to the world again had remained quiet save a muffled drone of television. Porsha is still here. It's safe. Nothing and no one can do anything here while she's here. Oh! a shirt and shorts! Oh thank goodness. My clothes...they'll need to go in the laundry. Powering down didn't help them.

Saorise came out from the hall, holding up shorts that were made for hips with flesh and muscle on them, and started to see there was another person there. Porsha wasn't leaping to attack him, and he had keys he was setting down. He must belong here, too.

"I'm sorry to invade,... I'm Saorise. "

He looked so....something. Like looking forward for something or someone. It couldn't possibly be for her. Was more company coming by? That would be strange, but surely Porsha would explain.