Dora was alright... but not really. She was faking it. Faking it until she was okay again. She was still in her stupid one sleeved uniform thing because moving up the stairs to her dorm was not a thing that she wanted to do. Or could do at the moment.

But it was funny the way rage worked sometimes, wasn't it? Not long after the girl had sat down in one of the cherry chairs did her brain start to replay the scenario she had just faced. It had cracked her. She knew that. And she was not ashamed to care so deeply for someone. The fact that it was used against her didn't bother her as much as the real reason for her rage. The real reason was that they had put her sister in a cage and let her freeze NEARLY to death. In a cage. Frozen. Like an animal.

With a renewed burst of energy, one that she hadn't expected, the girl rose from her seat and immediately picked it up... and commenced to smashing it repeatedly on the ground. Over and over and over until there was nothing but small chunks left. The tears had started falling again as she began to stomp the remnants of that chair. And didn't give a damn who the hell saw her.