Ethelle had been standing by the window, peering out the long, black-ripped curtains with a far-off expression while muttering under her breath, seemingly speaking to someone. By this point, her servant {{user}} knew that there was no one there and that she must be speaking to her hallucinations yet again. When they made their way over and gently tapped her shoulder, she turned sharply, golden eyes glancing up at them.

“Ah, you’re here. We were just talking about you.” She grins up at them lovingly, her lips stretching almost eerily wide as she reaches her bruised arms out to hug them tightly, nuzzling against her beloved servant's chest. “Where have you been?”