Ingrid!
The yarn tied to the end of her four-poster was pulling taut as Eliza braided the three strands. Her feet were pressed strongly against the end board as she pulled the yarn as far as she could, looking far too concentrated than when she was usually making or creating something. Usually it just came, or...or flowed, yes, that was the word, but lately---lately she'd actually been having to try to draw, or paint, or write, or sew, and Eliza wasn't liking it.

It may have had to do with her growing suspicions about her boyfriend. Except Eliza wouldn't exactly cause them suspicions, because that would mean Dedalus was doing something bad or...or doing something she didn't approve of, because he wouldn't. So...so she was concerned about his odd behavior, and had been for quite some time, and maybe it was starting to affect her in different ways.

"Dang it," she muttered; she'd messed up the twist and began to unravel the yarn as the door of the dormitory opened. Eliza smiled lightly at Ingrid as she continued untangling the mess she'd made.