thoughts from a severed head

Hen does what she can to mirror the girl's relaxed posture. At least Delphi doesn't seem to reject her presence, doesn't rebuke her request. The joke comes with a smirk, and a rakish grin from Hen in return. Maybe she'd have a good time here, after all. Maybe. Wishful thinking has bitten her in the ass before, and the girl isn't eager to make the same mistakes twice.

The more serious question is met with a sigh, a little sadness hanging in her tone, too. "Didn't think that far ahead, honestly." Honesty is the best policy, right? "Not much of a planner, but I won't leave you high and dry. I was born in that Crypt, it's the only home I've ever known." No bitterness, only the far-away look of a young girl who's still... well, fuck, a young girl.

"Speech"