The rumble of the water is a low drone in her ears. It gets louder when it rains.
It gets so loud that it’s hard for her to think. She excused herself ages ago from Sherwood’s planning in front of his whiteboard to go lay down on the couch. He always goes quiet when she needs to lay down.
He’s polite. She wonders if he’s polite in other instances. Apollo isn’t always polite. This instance has shown her that he can be quite cruel.
In this moment, somewhere, Justice holds that distance like a razor. Sharp. Precise. Surgical. Last time she ran into someone like him, he was far younger. A child. Zeus, she believes his name was?
(She knows his name was Adam. It makes her feel better when she imagines that she’s just as forgetful as everyone else.)
El’s fingers curl on her stomach as she stares up at the ceiling, though eventually her head turns, cheek squishing against the couch. She watches her companion spin around to flick on a desk lamp as the sun gets a bit too low to illuminate the room properly anymore.
Rain splashes against the window.
Their eyes meet for a moment, and Sherwood’s crinkles in a way that reveals all of his laugh lines and age. El does her best to mirror it before she takes a breath and closes her eyes.
While she can’t sleep, the sound of Mister Leslie muttering to himself while he tinkers with new trains of thought drowns out the endless trickle of water that churns in her head.
"But I'm wondering... did you get everything you wanted out of it? It's okay if you didn't, you know."
- El, after things went awry enough to catch her interest, "Turnabout in Wonderland"
An odd girl that can only be seen by Sherwood Holmes. Interested by his novelty and kind behavior, she has taken it upon herself to become his 'assistant', though that mostly means that she's watching him solve mysteries while hiding her own.
She's taken the face and appearance of a younger Ema Skye, stating that it is the most comfortable thing for her to wear.