Evenkite felt a mixture of relief, shock, and oddly, guilt, as Sodalite left the door open, but she lingered not on these feelings. Wasting not a moment, she slowly, silently, made her way towards the door, taking extreme care to remain unnoticed. The room was filled with more books and papers than she thought possible, along with unorganized hordes of who knows what. In contrast to her usual exasperation expressed at her former friend's hoarding issues, she gave a small smile. Some habits die hard.

The smile faded quickly though, as her old feelings plagued her once more. She no longer just felt unwelcome here, but unworthy. By all means, she didn't think Sodalite should've given her a chance, and she felt dumber than ever for trying to seek for forgiveness. 

And yet here she was, in her room, alone. Given another chance.

Her voice came out somewhat strangled and high pitched, feeling the unfamiliar sensation of a lump in her throat, but what she spoke was unmistakeable. Simple. One word. A word that, right now, was more important than all else to the little yellow gem.

[color=FAFabe]"Sodalite."[/color]