Tess answers the door at a significant delay. Fresh from bed and in a loose tank top and shorts, she’s a mess of visible scars, and the debrided bite wound on her shoulder is very pink and still very freshly healed over. After a couple long days of death tolling, she has dark circles under her eyes, but at least she's in a place where Arthur doesn't have to babysit her anymore.

Not often she gets visitors, though, and she looks a little curious at the prospect. A little brighter.

"Hey, Hange."