[Who needs three pillows for a single head? Not Matilda Hamilton, that's for sure. She could use more. And it's not just the bed, okay?! But she can't sleep without the room at a very precise sixty-five degrees, and she misses the sound of a cozy fire burning at the same time as a night breeze being allowed to whisp into her bedroom, or without her goose feather down comforter imported internationally-- okay, but really, it's not just the bed! She's homesick too, and worried she'll become the next big international meme for doing something dumb on television, or like, she might die (but that's not as big a concern as the prior worry...) and all of this has made it impossible for her to sleep too. So, as Gyre prowls the hotel's garden, he might start to hear the distinct sound of a woman ugly-crying.
Matilda's found herself a nice little bench to sit at in her ridiculous frilly nightgown, and she's full out sobbing. Choking on her tears, there's some snot involved-- it's full out and it's gross. He might want to run while he can-- oh, wait, she's seen him, and it hasn't stopped her crying.]
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Matilda's found herself a nice little bench to sit at in her ridiculous frilly nightgown, and she's full out sobbing. Choking on her tears, there's some snot involved-- it's full out and it's gross. He might want to run while he can-- oh, wait, she's seen him, and it hasn't stopped her crying.]