Nimue had no idea where Niamh had found their house. Or what it had cost. What she did know was that there was a lovely background surrounded by a high, white board fence covered in trailing ivy. There was an outdoor fireplace and plenty of green grass and clusters of pretty little flowers. And on days like today, when it was so hot and humid with the occasional puffy white cloud floating by, Nimue wondered what she’d done to deserve such an amazing life. Especially as here, she was completely free to relax in shorts that would would’ve made Daisy Duke clutch her pearls and a teensy bikini top.

Sighing in utter contentment, Nimue slid deeper into the low, wooden chair and took a sip of the pear ale that Niamh had been kind enough to get her. Of course, blissed out as she was currently, she found herself wishing that her cousin was here. Niamh was a puzzle. Oddly aloof and well, sociopathic at times. And then, she’d turn around and suddenly wrap her tiny frame around Nimue in a surprisingly strong hug and promise that she’d never let anyone hurt her again. Nimue couldn’t remember being hurt. She had vague nightmares of baleful hissing and pain, but not much else.

Sipping at the ale, the girl considered the ugly scar on her wrist. She had no real memories of how she got it and it wasn’t… clean enough to make her suspect that she might’ve once tried to self-harm. So, did that mean that someone else had done it to her? Setting the bottle carefully in the grass beside her chair, Nimue took a moment to think deeply. Before Niamh had come to collect her and she’d stayed with Whisler, she’d had a monstrous bruise across her sternum. And the soreness that had lingered as the bruise healed hadn’t really jived with the stories she’d heard from folks who’d broken their ribs. So had that injury and her wrist scar been somehow connected?

Would Nimah know? More importantly, did she really want to delve into a potential can of worms? The nightmares she had now were terrible things. Did she want to make herself relive something that might make them worse?

On the whole, she rather thought not. Not when she was now sitting out in the sun and baking happily. Not when she was… happy. She felt at peace with what she knew of herself, though it wasn’t a lot. Deeper knowledge could come later, if it came at all. For now, it was a lovely thing to simply be Nimue Clery, college student and alien enthusiast.

Scooping up her ale bottle, she finished off what was left of it and sighed, closing her eyes behind her sunglasses and drifting off to into a cat-like doze. Of course, she’d burn a little if she stayed out too much longer, but the sun was so nice...

A few moments later, soft snoring came from Nimue as she napped.