The apartments, at the docks. We're not allowed to come to the Gallows ourselves.

[ yet, but also maybe ever? she's got a book collection started in the quartermaster's office, and the boar bristle brush that she spent almost half a month's wages on because it was supposed to be good for her hair and it was beautiful—

she wipes tears away from her eyes and takes her own steadying inhale. at least he's giving her the time of day. he hasn't just left her to fend for herself. ]

Thank you, Doctor. I'm—no one else has been willing to even listen. I didn't know what to do, but I knew—I hoped—you could help. Would help.