[Sheena's smile's soft as she watches Lloyd hug his mom, the flicker of jealousy that passes through her easily set aside - she's happy for him, really. If anyone deserves this, it's Lloyd. She turns away to give them privacy, drifting in the same general direction that Zelos already had. She doesn't close the distance, remains about half a room away from him.
It's... still strange, seeing him here. Alive. Stranger still to see a ghost of your friend and be able to spot the behaviors in him that must have been there, in his alternate form, but that you'd never thought to look for. (Had she missed them, or had Zelos thought there was no point trying to open up to her, when all she would do would be to respond with hostility?) And then there's the fear and restlessness, pooling in the bottom of her heart, that she's becoming increasingly sure aren't from her. God, she doesn't know what to do. But she can keep him safe, at least, she thinks. Even if he's one of the things she needs to keep him safe from? Maybe. All she can do is try.
She comes back to herself with a little jolt. How long had she been watching him? Probably too long. She looks away, offers Malos an awkward half-smile. (Expressing "sorry, thanks for harboring a couple of fugitives at ass o'clock in the morning" without words is beyond Sheena.) It's that nervous energy that still hasn't gone away that has her tugging at her obi, inching it back into its proper place - the bow had gotten misshapen and pulled off to one side, at some point since she'd changed out the bloodied parts of her outfit. At least she can look like she's put together, if nothing else.]
i'm in hell
It's... still strange, seeing him here. Alive. Stranger still to see a ghost of your friend and be able to spot the behaviors in him that must have been there, in his alternate form, but that you'd never thought to look for. (Had she missed them, or had Zelos thought there was no point trying to open up to her, when all she would do would be to respond with hostility?) And then there's the fear and restlessness, pooling in the bottom of her heart, that she's becoming increasingly sure aren't from her. God, she doesn't know what to do. But she can keep him safe, at least, she thinks. Even if he's one of the things she needs to keep him safe from? Maybe. All she can do is try.
She comes back to herself with a little jolt. How long had she been watching him? Probably too long. She looks away, offers Malos an awkward half-smile. (Expressing "sorry, thanks for harboring a couple of fugitives at ass o'clock in the morning" without words is beyond Sheena.) It's that nervous energy that still hasn't gone away that has her tugging at her obi, inching it back into its proper place - the bow had gotten misshapen and pulled off to one side, at some point since she'd changed out the bloodied parts of her outfit. At least she can look like she's put together, if nothing else.]