It isn't that she gets used to it. It would have to feel real for that, and it doesn't, even when days pass and they're still here. She's numb, maybe, or something like it. When she first got to Darrow, it didn't matter all that much. She was moving away from Derry anyway; there was nothing that being uprooted meant she was leaving behind that she wouldn't already have been doing so in the first place. This is different. She misses what she's come to think of as her home; she's grateful for Eddie and Richie and Jamie, but she misses her other friends, and Hopper. Just the idea of having a life she feels that attached to is still kind of foreign, but it happened, and there's nothing she can do about that now.
There's nothing she can do about this, either, but go with it. At least Regan's parents are nice — better than her own ever were, in a way that makes something small and sad and often ignored twist in her chest — and have taken to having a bunch of strays in their home better than most would. In turn, she's tried to make herself useful, not wanting to be a burden or more trouble than she's worth. At least she's used to keeping herself small and quiet, taking up as little space as it's possible to. It's just a different sort of monster she was trying to keep herself safe from.
Having gone out with a group earlier today, she's been back for a little while now, out in the garden mostly for something to keep her hands busy. Even with the pressure to stay quiet, the fresh air helps a bit, too. Everything is so still, so peaceful, that, if she didn't know better, if Derry's small town facade hadn't masked an insidious darkness, it would be hard to believe what kind of evil lurks out there.
Busy with what she's doing and facing the other direction, she doesn't notice anyone is approaching until the person beside her nudges her and gestures for her to turn around. She dusts her hands off on her legs as she gets to her feet, about to smile at the sight of Eddie and Jamie, until she gets a look at the expressions they're both wearing. Immediately, she pales, her eyes going wide with worry, heart already beginning to race. "What is it?" she signs, teeth catching absently on her lower lip. "What happened?"
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There's nothing she can do about this, either, but go with it. At least Regan's parents are nice — better than her own ever were, in a way that makes something small and sad and often ignored twist in her chest — and have taken to having a bunch of strays in their home better than most would. In turn, she's tried to make herself useful, not wanting to be a burden or more trouble than she's worth. At least she's used to keeping herself small and quiet, taking up as little space as it's possible to. It's just a different sort of monster she was trying to keep herself safe from.
Having gone out with a group earlier today, she's been back for a little while now, out in the garden mostly for something to keep her hands busy. Even with the pressure to stay quiet, the fresh air helps a bit, too. Everything is so still, so peaceful, that, if she didn't know better, if Derry's small town facade hadn't masked an insidious darkness, it would be hard to believe what kind of evil lurks out there.
Busy with what she's doing and facing the other direction, she doesn't notice anyone is approaching until the person beside her nudges her and gestures for her to turn around. She dusts her hands off on her legs as she gets to her feet, about to smile at the sight of Eddie and Jamie, until she gets a look at the expressions they're both wearing. Immediately, she pales, her eyes going wide with worry, heart already beginning to race. "What is it?" she signs, teeth catching absently on her lower lip. "What happened?"