Speechless. Startled. A hand brushes aside the strands blotting her vision, and she flashes a quick smile, averting her gaze in the wake of being caught without her usual persona. A small creature, a mousy girl no older than twelve was sloped against the railing overlooking the street, a ragged cough into her hand. "Oh. Hello there, little one? Is this your home?" Mona would point towards the door within grasp, fingers grazing the splintering wood.
"Umu...That's my apartment, ma'am." Her wispy voice was mangled by her sickness, a wheeze after every spoken word that elicits a look of genuine concern from the serpent. "Hehe.. It sounds worse than it is~ Father has it much worse." She'd tilt her head, scrape herself from iron with her finger entwined behind her back, waiting patiently for the woman in front of her to respond.
Mona would lift the medical bag up, flash a nervous smile, and shake it. "Then it seems like you, my dear, and your father are the ones I'm here for. Medicine from Dr. Gerard." She'd step forward, and brush the girl's hair back. She looked so pitiful despite her brave face. "All of the instructions are inside, darling. So take it to your father so you can both feel better, okay?" She leaves the bag in the little girl's safekeeping and with a hurried strut before she hears that dreaded.
"Thank you!"
Mona had made her way back to the doctor's office for her payment, less fury flowing through her veins than when she had departed earlier. And again she'd hear that unpleasant phrase, and yet.
It felt good each time.
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