Getting back on your feet. { A n g e l }

It had been a week since the attack and Olivia's break down. Slowly throughout that week, the fog in her mind began to fade. Olivia found herself able to talk to people again. But she was still slightly out of it. She wasn't happy or cheerful, she was just sort of there. She had her flashes of happiness, most of them were when Travis was around, but other than that she remained generally unemotional. It was as if she was just going through the motions of being up and moving around. It was as of she didn't find interest in anything or anyone. And that was the case, except for Travis. Travis was the only person that was able to get her to respond during her early stages in the infirmary. And now he was the one she acted most herself around.
Olivia was pulled out of the silence of her mind at Travis' voice. She turned her icy blue gaze to him. She appeared slightly lost for a moment, but then she registered what he had asked. The Athena cabin. It was pale yellow on the inside. It had lots of books and weapons and other Athena-y things lying about. It would be her home for a while. She turned back to Travis. "It's nice. Thanks for letting me stay," she said. A slight smile crept across her face as she saw all of the care he had for her. But the smile only lasted for a moment. However, her eyes still twinkled with love for the boy who was helping her so much.