Lucy gets everything put away and sits down and surveys her half of the room.
She brought a lot of books with her. Nothing that she only had one copy of; or rather, if she wanted to bring a book with her, she made sure to have it copied before she came. She's aware that this place is dangerous.
(Other things besides her books and the clothes that went in her great wooden wardrobe have been hidden in various places less obvious than under the bed.)
Awwwww.
She returns to her book.
After a few minutes, she remarks, "I glow. If you'd like to set up blackout curtains between our sides of the room or something I bet it could be done."
"I... think it's all right?" the shadow says uncertainly. "What do you mean, you glow? You aren't glowing right now..."
"I can control it." She holds up a finger, the tip of it lighting up to about a single candle's worth of light.
She peers around the stalagmite.
"That's not so bad... where would we get blackout curtains? I wouldn't want to trouble you over nothing..."
"I'm deliberately keeping it at a low level right now because I don't want to hurt you. I can get very, very bright sometimes."
"I don't... know if light hurts me. I haven't... seen much of it. In a very long time."
She starts glowing, softly but all over. At first it just looks like she has a bright light pointed at her, but as the lumens increase it becomes obvious that she is the source of the light itself.
The light ramps up until it gets hard to make out the details of her appearance through the glare.
"I think... I think it was okay? Just—sort of uncomfortable. But I could hide farther away when you're very glowy. Maybe in the bathroom."
"This is your room too," she points out. "I don't want it to be uncomfortable for you. I might put some glowy things around my bed if I don't want to be disturbed, but not that glowy."
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