She's not sure she'd be up for long story time right now anyway. She can only stand to drag herself away from this spot for a few minutes at a time. Not doing so feels like a betrayal of some kind, of ignoring the slaughter. At the same time, she can't bear to look at it constantly either.

Nill rolls her cigarette idly between her fingers, and looks back up at the screen, before placing it between her lips to puff at it quietly while she writes.

I met him at the crowning
he's nice
I sent him tickets
I hope they help