After parting ways with Doyle, Niamh started back for the Solisi headquarters, feeling more hopeful about being back. Even when she started to wear on the Father's hospitality, she at least had a job secured and...and, well, she could probably find a place to live around here. But she wouldn't start thinking about that until she had coin and a steady enough job to afford it and she hoped she could make herself useful around the Father's home enough to buy some time or something.
Ugh, she really had no idea what she was doing. This was all assuming the Lumenari wouldn't take her back--which was unlikely. Why would they? Dimitri was livid. Some things had been resolved, and she felt better about that, but other things she just didn't know how to broach or repair.
Now probably wasn't the time. Later? Maybe. She hated leaving loose ends and it wasn't like she could stay out of sight forever; her luck was abysmal. Maybe she should just get it over with and out of the way so she could breathe easier and not worry about running into him--but it wasn't so much that she was afraid of him making good on his threats as she just didn't think she could handle the disappointment and betrayal and--
She rounded a corner, and caught sight of a familiar head of blond hair, familiar teal eyes, familiar everything.
FUCK!
Stupidly, she froze, mind yelling shit, shit, shit! but mouth hanging open, unable to produce sounds. When she finally could get something out, it was a lame, "Hey." Complete with awkward wave.
The universe hated her, and she kind of hated it.