[the first things to spill out of the suitcase are some flailing locks of hair. behind that? lenore's curled up in a ball. she looks up with three eyes, her expression soft and hopeful. she couldn't be happier to see them.
it's been long enough that any injuries incurred have long healed, but there is blood smeared over one side of her face, from the forehead down to the cheek.]
My heroes.
[she'll try to climb out, finally stretching out her limbs for the first time in hours.]
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it's been long enough that any injuries incurred have long healed, but there is blood smeared over one side of her face, from the forehead down to the cheek.]
My heroes.
[she'll try to climb out, finally stretching out her limbs for the first time in hours.]