Scylla sighs as she sits on the porch, wheelchair abandoned inside. She has dark rings under her eyes and a cigarette in her hand. She knew it was nap time for her siblings so she didn't worry about them asking what she was doing. She is too lost in thought to notice Silver approaching as she puffs out a mouth full of smoke and raises the cigarette to her lips again.
As soon as Silver went outside to get some fresh air after one of his occasional nightmares, he immediately noticed the smell of the cigarettes smoke and grimaced. What the hell?
His tired eyes were searching around the dark porch and he noticed Scylla only a second later, not quite believing what he was seeing. With a huffed breath he just leaned on the wall beside her and crossed his arms, deciding not to pry just now.
“Bad night huh?”