Ivy

The door opens and she steps in, looking like she's aged five years in the span of a few months. Her coat hangs loose on her frame, and she tucks a strand of unwashed hair behind her ear before offering a tired, crooked smile.

"Hey. Didn't think I'd make it round today, honestly. Court date's in two weeks and I can't stop thinking about it." She drops onto the nearest seat like her legs just gave out. "You look... you look alright, though. Good. That's good."