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For some reason, Hollandaise found herself reluctant to return to the dorms, instead lingering outside, running her hands over the bark of some old tree. For some reason. No, it was because Deszeld had informed her that she was waiting inside her room. Hollandaise sighed and wondered at the consequences of breaking and entering. Pushing herself off the tree, she quickly headed up to her room. Putting things off would only make things worse; Des might end up claiming everything she owned.

She paused outside the door. Ir was slightly ajar, of course. Ugh. She flexed her fingers and they creaked slightly. 'A warder is gracious and calm, always.' With a sigh, she entered. She needed to apologize to Des for calling her disgusting anyway.

"You've found me, then. I, ah... hello Deszeld." Hollandaise scanned the room quickly. It was bare and held little of value - she had not taken much when she had left. Warders often held few possessions. And then, Holly looked at Des and how green and how large and how beautiful she was and the corners of her mouth tightened. "Have you eaten more undead things recently?" Gross.

"I did not know I was coming," she said, moving slowly around the dragon ghoul. It was novel, in a way, to look down on her. Des easily had over a foot on the small Warder - irksome, but also... lovely. She sighed again, the sound like wind whistling through branches. Hollandaise ignored the lump in her throat. She was here because she was not good enough to stay in the forest. And friends? Why would anyone want to be friends with a failure?

"I do not think friends break into each other's rooms, Deszeld."

"It is not your room. Not everything is yours." She frowned and poked Deszeld's wing. The dragon being in her room made her oddly... nervous. Her heartbeat fluttered, butterflies danced in her stomach. Hollandaise had simply been under too much stress lately; that was it. She sat down on her bed: a normal, sturdy thing, a green coverlet decorated in vines was neatly tucked around the mattress. It was no substitute for the real thing, she thought sadly.

"If I go into your room, I will touch your things. It is inevitable." She patted the bed next to her, fingers twitching nervously. "I can't help that mine is bare. What should I put in here?"

Hollandaise popped up off of the bed, eyes suspicious, mouth open in surprise. She licked her lips and paused. Finally, she moved towards Des and looped her fingers around the ghoul's wrist, pulling her to the bed. As soon as the dragon sat down, Hollandaise sat behind her, curling her legs underneath her.

"Let me play with your hair, Deszeld." Without waiting for an answer, she threaded her fingers through the ghoul's long green hair, tugging gently on a snarl. Sighing, she began to plait a few strands. "If you were to give me something green and growing, I would treasure it. I... miss the forest."

"They said I didn't deserve the forest..." Well, not quite. The Elders had said when she came back, she would truly be deserving of their forest, a daughter of the Warders. Which, of course, carried the implication that as she was now, she was not good enough. She shoved her fingers into Deszeld's hair, accidentally scraping her nails against the dragon's scalp. She rubbed in small circles, an idle massage.

"I am glad I have a friend; though I don't know why you're my friend. Why did you come to Amityville?"

Hollandaise's fingers tightened in Des' hair. What was so good about being the friend of someone like Hollandaise? She was the absolute least of the Warders, nothing special, nothing good. A creaking hum rose to her lips. Was this even friendship anyway - breaking into her room and sitting, waiting without asking? Suddenly, her room felt small, too small, and filled with things that were not Hollandaise. She dropped her hands from Deszeld's thick hair, one finger catching in a tangle. Yanking it free, she shoved at her shoulder before scooting back against the headboard of her bed.

"Gad lonydd i fi..." she muttered, drawing her legs in close to her body. Her yellow-black eyes remained fixed on the blanket, tracing the staid pattern of vines. She was here to learn, not to become emotionally entangled. Or something. All she felt was confused and crowded and everything was far too small here. Her voice was small and clear and each word sounded like the lonely crunch of dying leaves.

"Go away, Deszeld."

Holandaise thought for a moment about resisting the taller ghoul's hold. But as she looked up, she was reminded of their first meeting and everything she had liked about Des. She was tall, she was beautiful, she was straight-forward and possessive. And, even though she touched and loomed and invaded Hollandaise's personal space... she never hurt Holly. Deszeld was probably the greenest person she'd ever met and sometimes, the Warder envied her. She jerked her hand back instinctively, but Des' grip held fast.

"Very well," she said in a small, creaky voice. "There is no need to manhandle me."