Thread:ThisIsXenon/@comment-32273133-20190603230926/@comment-32273133-20190728165540

Spencer closes xir eyes. Trin kneels by the door and knocks. It’s not a normal knock—some may recognise it as morse code. A few seconds pass, then there’s a returning knock message. Trin sighs in relief and slumps against the door.

“She’s okay,” they announce, to whoever cares. “Bruised up and ready to get out, but she’s okay.”