[center][b][u][h3][color=a2d39c]Olivia Zesiger[/color][/h3][/u][/b]
[b]Interacting with:[/b] Grant ([@LetMeDoStuff])  [/center]

[color=silver]She felt the soft figure beside her flinch a little, but Olivia did not bother to move. Even though Reese was probably in a situation in which he didn't want to be touched, she didn't care. The warmth that he gave off provided her with enough energy, enough motivation to prevent herself from bawling. Or was it that she [i]couldn't[/i] cry? Tears came, and every once in a while a soft choking cry came from her throat, but that was about it. She didn't collapse or cry out with agony. It was confusing to her, and she remained huddled close to the ground. Her eyes remained on the floor, and she did not even notice the person that approached Reese. Everything around her was like a storm of faces and sounds and frightened and desperate expressions, and Olivia felt like she was in the middle of a tempest.  

Another familiar face passed, and she looked up to see the blonde that had spared them the horse. He was leaning heavily against the railing, the weight of the world resting heavily on his shoulders. Olivia's mouth felt dry as the floorboards, but she lifted herself up to her feet and staggered over to the boy. Her head, even though it felt like a pile of brick and stone, raised slightly. [color=a2d39c][b]"Hey..."[/b][/color] she forced herself to look at his face out of politeness. Her voice was without emotion and vigor. [color=a2d39c][b]"Thanks for the horse. We would have both been dead without it."[/b][/color][/color]