Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20180114222310/@comment-24123288-20180121220013

Harriot withdrew erself from most social interactions. She'd deliberatly avoid people, even Wilkes, locking herself in the farm all day and sitting with Squanto in McGills room all night. His passing left a huge hole in her. She brely ate, barely slept. Safe to say she looked quite a state.

The day started out the same as any other, sat on a bed that still smelled of her best friend.