Annabelle lifts her head, having been busy with dressing herself while Lauren was looking away. Her eyes are wide, and she looks—intense. Almost angry, though she's not, exactly. It's just all the harsh angles of her face. She stares at him with a pause, then licks her lip anxiously as she looks away, smoothing the front of her sweater as she looks at the bathroom door where Susan has retreated.

"I had a strange dream," she finally says, being purposefully vague for now. "I'm unsettled."

Looking at Lauren was uncomfortable. She was still wet—even if it had mostly washed away, she was still slick inside in that ready sort of way, her body aching.