Living Room - Crossroads' Home
This room seems less like a modern construction and instead is much more
like a cave. Pipes, fashioned to look like roots, cross back and forth over
the ceiling of this room, with small lamps resembling glowing plants curled
around them. The walls resemble roughly hewn stone. Several pieces of
furniture are scattered around the room somewhat nonchalantly, all tying in
with the room's 'theme'.

Crossroads opens the door to the house stepped inside. Since the lights were on, it seemed that they weren't going to be the only ones there. "I'm home! And I have Mollianne with me!" Crossroads announced, beckoning the siren to follow her into the living room.

Tyrranis pokes his head out of the kitchen after they pass, soda can still held up in mid-drink. "Oh. Hello Crossroads, Molly." The giganto ducks back in, and several seconds later he re-emerges, carring his drink and two more. "I did not expect to see you around here, Molly. I had figured you would fly straight home, or stay at an inn. Are you alright?"

Mollianne seems lost in the interior design of the place, given that her own domain is pretty much a redecorated military bunker. It'd been awhile since she'd actually been in an above-ground house that didn't include the nightclub she worked at. Oh Goddess, the club... ugh. She tried not to think about it, entering the livingroom behind Crossroads. She tenses noticeably at Tyrranis' emergence, apparently still considerably intimidated by him. She was a mess, to boot; dirty hair, dirty skirt, torn chestband; the only thing bright were her eyes, but then, this was usually the case. Still... "Hi.. and thank you. I.." Mollianne can't seem to really find the words as the moment.

"Thanks Tyr." Crossroads said, accepting the drink from him with a smile. She then moved to the coffee table where she sat down, placing the box infront of her. "I didn't think you would mind but would it be alright if she takes the couch here?"

Tyrranis examines Mollianne, running his finger across a not-quite-healed wound that runs across his chest. After a few moments, he offers her the unopened soda. "I have no problem with it. I will collect the quilt from the storage room later. If you want Molly, you are free to take a shower." He points back to door across the hall from the kitchen. "The bathroom is in there if you want to do it later."

Mollianne processed all this for a moment, adding it to the mix of all the other things already taking up her thoughtspace. While it wasn't exactly a positive thing, being dirty wasn't new to her; she'd spent a good year or so on the streets after her first foster mother tried to dump her off in an orphanage with human children. Still, going around in the company of other people, let alone within the same faction, wearing half a layer of dirt was probably not a good thing to do. She took the offered soda, however, not taking the moment to inform them that she abhorred sweet things. It would've been more than a little rude. "I will take you up on that offer, too, if you really do not mind. I guess I could.. kind of use it." Mollianne smiled weakly, holding the drink in both hands together.

Crossroads opens her soda and takes a small sip of it, listening in on their conversation and staring at the box as she did. She really wanted to show Mollianne and Lora what was inside of it, but at the same time she was embarrassed that she had even gone so far as to have this done. She decided not to talk about it yet at least, seeing it better to allow Mollianne to get settled in and comfortable first.

Tyrranis looks over at Crossroads and nods in Mollianne's direction. "Crossroads, do you think you have anything that might fit her? I believe we have a spare bathrobe, but without cutting holes in the back, it might become uncomfortable."

Mollianne looks down at her drink for a moment, trying to get herself together and not seem so dang awkward. She was a veritable celebrity in Viorar and most of Fa'diel in general, but here she was, stammering for words like a lost child. Though there was merit to the situation, feeling this out of place still bothered her. She set the drink down on the table nearby, and offered another low, respectful forward bow to both of them. "Thank you.. again. I will try and be quick about it." She straighten

Crossroads thinks about the question for a moment. "She might be able to pull off wearing the bathrobe backwards if she needs to and I can make a couple of adjustments to it if need be. I might have some clothes that can be cut up though." She said, pulling herself to her feet, "Let me check."

Straightens, and starts to head in the direction acknowledged, but stops at Tyrranis' remark, not really considering such a scenario. Mollianne offered herself a glance down; maybe -she- wouldn't care about putting it back on afterward, but...

Tyrranis looks back to Mollianne. "How do you feel about fish? If you like it, I will go and collect some from the market to cook with. I was taught some foods could be considered comforting when I was... Nevermind. Do you like fish?"

Crossroads steps into her room and starts going through her clothes. It was fortunate that Mollianne was smaller than she was as it would allow some extra fabric for her to work with for any clothing alterations that needed to be made. She made a small stack of potential options, holding each up for study as she tried to figure out how she would make adustments for some of Mollianes more challenging body features. Eventually she emerged with a small stack of possibilities.

Mollianne perks noticeably. She had managed to feed herself over the few weeks or so she'd been hanging around Truce, but it had been pretty meager. And definitely not fish. That sounded SO great right now. "If it is not a burden, maybe.. yes, fish is my favorite. Raw, cooked, with or without bones, it does not even really matter. It sounds... great. Really great." She winced, wondering if she came off seeming too desperate. She watches Crossroads leave to go rummage up some potential attire, also not opting to voice her disdain for wearing encompassing articles of clothing. Mollianne would bite her tongue for awhile, for all the kindness they were affording her.

Tyrranis nods at Mollianne's apparent like of fish, and drains the rest of his drink somewhat quickly. "Crossroads, I am going out to grab some food for dinner. Do you have anything in mind that you would like for a snack? A few apples perhaps?" He crushes his can rather easily and sets it on the table next to Molly's.

Crossroads expression brightens at the mention of apples. "That would be great Tyr! Thank you!" She said, holding up a shirt to mollianne to see how it might potentially work for her. "I think I have a skirt that will look really pretty on you. I'd just have to cut a few places in the back and and a few buttons here and there, but I think this is managable."

Mollianne looks down at the hand-crushed can on the table. For some reason, it didn't do much to offset her apprehension of Tyrranis. She looks up at Crossroads as she holds up the shirt, though, looking down at it to see how it matched up to her, too. "That is fine. You really do not have to go through all of this just to get me something to wear. I.. uh." She looks down at herself again, outside of the shirt. A few more rips in key locations, and that band was going to split open of its own accord.

".. Well, I guess maybe you do. I am sorry about all this." Mollianne's tone gains a sheepish air.

Tyrranis steps next to Crossroads and gives her a light hug. "I will return in a little while then. Good luck with the clothing." He gives Mollianne a nod as an afterthought, and then begins heading towards the door, mumbling the things he needs to buy as a reminder to himself.

"Thanks you again, Tyr." Crossroads returns the hug with a small smile and turns her attention back to the siren. "And its alright, you." Crossroads assured her in a soft voice. "Its really no trouble. After all, you had to pretty much do the same when we ended up at your place." She makes a 'hmm' sound, then presses the skirt she had selected against you waist. "I can't promise the best of jobs, but I'll try to get this done while you are showering."

Mollianne looks down at the skirt, then up at Crossroads again with a nod. She could be a decent houseguest, too. The fact that she didn't have to spend tonight out in the fields by herself again was well-worth putting her own wants aside for the time being. "Do not worry about doing your best. I am thankful for everything you are doing, right now. I do have a question, though." She tilts her head slightly. "Why do you keep calling the bath a 'shower'? That is just another name for rain, right?

Crossroads smiles at her question, "I guess this is going to be a new experience for you since you normally use the hot springs. Basically you can pull the shower curtain around the bathtub, and stand in something like a heavy rain shower. you can get yourself cleaner than you do a bath, and it takes less water too which is good when the water bill arrives." She laughed a little, "But I guess you don't really have to worry about that where you live."

Mollianne considers. "Huh. So the water just comes out of a top hose instead of filling up from the bottom?" The idea of standing under a shower of hot rain did sound oddly appealing. Was this new, or just... nevermind. "Okay, I guess it cannot be too hard to figure out. I will try and be quick about it, regardless." She forces a smile out, more genuine than it might've been otherwise, but the pain of the current situation still lingered. She turned thusly, heading toward the bathroom where Tyrranis indicated earlier, and disappears down the hallway.