Liora stands before you, her sky-eyed gaze towards you, yet past you. Her mind lost in thought. There's no class today, it's Sunday morning. Yet she is stood in the living room idly, her hair, a clean sweep of blonde ending just above her shoulders, is immaculate as usual. Liora's pale grey t-shirt, soft and loose around her slender frame, the hem tucked neatly into high-waisted black trousers hugs her hips with structure as though dressed to leave. There is gentle stillness to her, like dust caught in light.