<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"><b>"T</b>hank-you again," Nevaeh murmured as the woman turned and walked away. She was lucky to have found such a welcoming place so far out, and she couldn't be more thankful than she was at this moment. A scalding hot shower and warm meal sounded like heaven to the girl - no pun intended. She shook herself a bit to knock off the remaining snow before she started to make her way upstairs. <br/>
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Nevaeh found a empty room, decided to use it for herself for now, and made her way inside. She peeled off her cloak and laid it across the chair. After she pulled off her boots, she made her way into the adjoining bathroom and turned on the hot water to the shower. She then went about peeling off her damp clothes, ignoring her scarred body as it was reflected back to her in the mirror. She'd come to terms with her past and her scars, so she didn't actively pay attention to either one of them anymore. Before long, Nevaeh was standing beneath the scalding water of the shower, running her fingers through her wet hair to massage her still cold scalp. Her skin began to prickle as it regained sensation beneath the droplets of water as it spilled over her body. </span>