[eventually, she settles. it's touch and go, but she manages.

and she's quiet, for a little while, before she speaks up, voice cracked and ruined.]

Yesterday. [she says, unsteadily.] Y-yesterday he did a stupid fucking... card reading. [hiccup.] He did a card reading for all of us. When he pulled his own, it was Home.

[the urge to wail rises up in her again, but she's so tired. she just lays there.]

I fucking - hate fortunes. I fucking hate - I hate this place.