checking windows [...] dreaming of sunlight

[lessa]

✯ — honestly, it's just me, brainlessly, so silly, always hoping for good to be

Truth be told, Lessa had been... Distant during the meeting.  Her mind, as it simply seemed to be these days, had been far away.  Nonetheless, she did manage, with a small amount of comprehension, to learn she was heading one of category c's groups with Anzarel - his was the only name she remembered however.  The marten hoped they'd been paying more attention to her, especially since after the lights went out she'd fallen into the hold of a panic attack.

Anxieties aside - and they were plaguing her immensely - there was work to be done.  Bast had given them a job to do and Lessa planned on acting, if just to have the outlet.  Force knows nobody needed the Halo pacing all day, or worse, curled up in a ball trying not to completely withdraw.  She was still struggling with the situation everyone had found themselves in.  She wanted more light.  She wanted the freedom to get out.  Ever since the doors locked, she felt like the walls were closing tighter and tighter around her.  Crashing in.  Her lungs sometimes forgot how to work in those moments.

Which was no good once she realized she might be a negative affect on Shine, who was stuck on the other side of those force-forsaken doors.  She hated knowing her anxiety might be bleeding through their connection at any moment.  That'd been one of the reasons, from the very start, she'd fretted about their bond.  She was just a hinderance really.  The Halo imagined he'd disagree, as would everyone else who'd once shared a similar connection with her but she was rather sure of it.

If she was working, putting her mind and paws to something, at least she'd be distracted.  Focused.  Doing something productive.  Then her mind wouldn't be going into overdrive, overreacting and causing problems.

Her visible eye flickered as she found a place to sit, close to the walls of the Grand Circle.  The scrawny marten had sent a few messengers around, requesting those in her group to meet up so they could get started on their window-investigation.  If there was even a single openable window, Lessa was sure she could fit through it, small as she was.  If she could just do that, she could easily get supplies in and out as they continued to try to find a solution to this.

One could hope... But truth be told she was tired of being the 'optimistic' one.  Really, she'd just be glad to see some light coming through.

[ [member=1208]ANZAREL G.[/member] [member=262]ANAKIN SKYWALKER.[/member] [member=1166]Playerone K.G.[/member] [member=1408]melody[/member] ]
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px cornflowerblue; font-size: 12px;"]— lessa ren solo ✯

#psychosocial.