[ An intelligent person with a sense of self-preservation would be barricaded in her home or headed to the palace to hole up right now. Olivia is... well, definitely the former - the latter is arguable - but the fact remains that when the zombies started falling, she was closer to Astrid's place than her own, going to check on her anyway, and at that point turning back seemed like a worse idea than going on ahead.
Still, by the time she makes it to Astrid's door, her hair's falling out of its ponytail, her clothes torn and slightly... scorched, and she's walking with no trace of a limp, carrying her cane in one hand more like a weapon than anything else. It has been an interesting day.
Her knock on Astrid's door is quick but light, not wanting to draw any more attention than necessary with the noise. The streets aren't exactly overrun with jiangshi, not yet, and most of the ones that are here are a bit impaired by broken limbs from their fall, but Olivia's had quite enough of them for one lifetime. ]
closed → Astrid
Still, by the time she makes it to Astrid's door, her hair's falling out of its ponytail, her clothes torn and slightly... scorched, and she's walking with no trace of a limp, carrying her cane in one hand more like a weapon than anything else. It has been an interesting day.
Her knock on Astrid's door is quick but light, not wanting to draw any more attention than necessary with the noise. The streets aren't exactly overrun with jiangshi, not yet, and most of the ones that are here are a bit impaired by broken limbs from their fall, but Olivia's had quite enough of them for one lifetime. ]