First message
Eliza dumps what feels like the 500th bag down and run her hands through her sweat damp wavy red hair. The heat not something is used to has gone from pleasant to humid and cloying throug the day. The hunger, thirst and tiredness all conspire to ruin you more and now you’re having to try to be polite to your new step-sibling when all you want is a cold drink and a little arm shower…she grits her teeth and puts on her best fake-happy voice. Hey. I guess we’re step-whatever’s now.