Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

Truth be told, Sookie probably wasn't paying nearly enough attention to the other people in her life. Not as much as she would have liked to in a given month, at least, especially one filled with as much turmoil as July was turning out to be. But with all the time she spent trying to answer questions that probably weren't answerable in the first place, and as much time as she spent supervising Mitchell under the assumption that she'd stumble across said answers sooner or later, the rest of her social life had taken a nosedive.

In August, she supposed she'd probably go around apologizing for that.

But in the meantime, she found occasional pockets of time to spend around her hut, much needed hours to nap or just to sit and read, some time taken for herself to help rejuvenate herself for the next day. When she heard a knock at her door, she considered ignoring it for all of half a second before she pushed off of her chair and crossed the common room to open the door, eyes widening.

"Toly!" she exclaimed, smiling brightly for a second before the look faded. "Oh no. Who was it?"