Her hand was shaky on the keys, but once the door was open, she stumbled in and flexed her fingers, heading towards the kitchen. There was a fine layer of dust on everything and her candle flared to life, as if they'd been asleep for a while, waving frantically and giddily to get their attention. She hadn't been home in a while, it seemed...

Taking the litwick and letting it light the way into the kitchen, she opened one of teh cupboards, pulling out a mason jar full of pink fluid and setting it in the window to let the moon's rays bathe it. "I... don't understand why it seems like nobody is listening. Why are you the only one," she murmured to herself, her mental state definitely not reflecting one where the complements were the sort one could trust. As she waited, she was staring at the jar cautiously. "Just... need to clear my head. Need to have a drink. Hopefully that will help."

When she did open it and take a sip, the signs of the cracks began to ease, to close up slowly, her breathing evening gradually as her eyes sagged closed, like she'd been up for days.