Retreat! (RP)

Finally pulling back, she wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand. She felt like a wreck, and she imagined she looked like one too.

"I need..." She struggled to swallow, and started again, a bit softer. "I need a shower"
She shivered as she said it, her teeth clacking together. She was starting to feel worse and worse, and she was hoping it was just from being cold and wet. She wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing at them in a useless attempt to heat herself up a bit.

"Could you... just stay nearby? Not in the room, I just... close. In the bathroom. In case I..." She trailed off, hating the way her voice trembled again.

"Leave the door open. but no peeking!"
She didn't want to flirt with him this time, or imply anything. She only needed him near by as reassurance
"I just… I’m afraid I might faint. And I don’t want to be locked in if it happens. Or for you not to hear."

Waiting for him to sit just outside the door, she stepped behind the glass divide and, with a quiet breath, peeled the soaked dress off her body. It clung stubbornly in places, and made a wet slap when she finally got it to drop onto the floor in a crumpled heap. Then, she stepped under the stream, moaning softly as soon as the water hit her. The hot spray loosened the cold knots in her shoulders, her back, her thighs, washing away the mud, the sweat, the stench of demons and rotting carcasses.

Her body still ached with soreness in her joints and a tightness in her throat as a fever started to settle in. But she was feeling much better; when she finally shut the water off and stepped out, wrapped in a snug towel around herself, she felt almost like her old self. She grabbed another towel and started carefully blotting her hair as she stepped out of the bathroom, steam billowing behind her like a mist.

She stepped barefoot into the room, pink-skinned from the heat and scented with soap and conditioner. She didn’t look at Henry, but just brushed past him and headed for her suitcase, searching through it for clean clothes.

"I need to know what happened after I was gone" she said without turning her head at him "everything that happened"

She allowed her towel to drop to the carpet once Henry went inside the shower, somewhat relieved she could dress in peace. She picked something practical from her suitcase; soft and comfy lounge pants and a gray camisole. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she tugged some dry socks on as she listened to Henry's story

"I told you they’re all part of a demon-worshipping cult" she reminded telling him that explicitly, though he thought she was jesting "You did see what Persephone turned into, didn’t you? You must have."

She searched for an extra pair of shoes, because her previous pair was all soggy and wet. Good thing she decided on packing an entire suitcase for this weekend. She had a pair of running shoes she intended to wear for the treadmill in the hotel's gym. They'll do for now. "These are all very dangerous people, Henry. You should keep your mouth shut, else they might decide to make you disappear next"

Emma sat at the edge of the bed, toweling the last of the moisture from her hair, raising her voice so he could hear her over the water running in the shower. "Come on. You know what you saw. Stop lying to yourself"

He didn’t realize what he was risking by talking. She did, and it looked like she had to be blunt in order to protect him from doing something stupid. That was her job. "I’m fine. I got away before they could ritually sacrifice me. But if you’re serious about wanting to protect me, then do not go blabbing to the cops. Just drop it. They’ve got people in the force too. The fucking Commissioner is on their payroll"

She exhaled slowly, then looked up at the mattress. Going to bed was tempting, but she couldn't just yet.
"Can you hurry up in there?" she called toward the bathroom "There’s still some stuff we need to do tonight"

"It's not a question of believing it. I saw it. With my own eyes. So did you"
She didn't believe he could have missed seeing what Persephone turned into. She was standing right next to him, for god's sakes! The level of denial was incredible, but maybe she should have expected as much. It is easier to put the blindfold over your eyes and pretend like the world still makes sense.

She gave him a quick, appreciative glance when he stepped out of the shower in his towel. He was breaking one of her rules, but she was beyond caring right now. "Get dressed" her voice took on a sharp edge "We’re not going to bed yet. We’re going to talk to Sinclair. I want answers. And...reassurances"

"He will talk to me"

She heard the bathroom door creak as he ducked back inside, fumbling with his clothes in the steam. Whatever problems he had drying off were the least of her concerns right now "You're coming with me because I need you there, but please keep your mouth shut and let me deal with it. Ok?"

Emma took a deep breath, steeling herself. She slipped on her shoes quietly and headed toward the corridor leading to Sinclair’s suite. A moment later, she was knocking on his door, waiting for him to open up.

Emma tries the buzzer now, a couple of times. She can't believe they just went to bed after planning and committing a murder. The gall of some people!

Emma wouldn’t let a door stand between her and a quarry. When the direct approach failed, she was always willing to try something a little underhanded.

Still dressed in her camisole and lounge pants, she pulled Henry behind her toward the Lanesborough’s opulent lobby. The staff were too well-trained to stare, but her appearance drew a few raised brows all the same. She didn't care. If anything, it would give credence to her story. Telling Henry to stay out of view first, she approached the front desk with just the right mixture of sheepishness and entitlement, and leaned on the counter with her elbows, a little bit more forward than was decent.

"Hi… sorry. I’m staying with Mr. Sinclair—Alastair Sinclair. I stepped out for a breather and forgot my key. Can you give me a spare so I can get back into the room? The Royal Suite? He dozed off after... anyways, he dozed off, and I wouldn't want to wake him up" She tilted her head slightly, giving a soft, awkward smile like someone embarrassed by her own carelessness.