[Point of fact, she mostly hates her room this way. It's painful to be in the space. It feels like she's haunting the one place that should be hers on this damnable boat. But it's not like she can communicate that to him at the moment.
Right at the moment, however, her room is the least of her concerns. It's hardly the first time she's seen a bloodied box, she actually guesses what it used to contain fairly quickly. She reaches in and takes out the lock of blonde hair, stained red. She knows who it belongs to because of logic, but she'd have recognized it otherwise by color, by scent. She knew Arthas very, very well.
She lifts her eyes up to Jones, and even though she knows he can't understand her, she asks anyway.]
[Spam]
Right at the moment, however, her room is the least of her concerns. It's hardly the first time she's seen a bloodied box, she actually guesses what it used to contain fairly quickly. She reaches in and takes out the lock of blonde hair, stained red. She knows who it belongs to because of logic, but she'd have recognized it otherwise by color, by scent. She knew Arthas very, very well.
She lifts her eyes up to Jones, and even though she knows he can't understand her, she asks anyway.]
You did this...for me?