(OOC: Jumping the gun a bit, IMHO, but I'll forgive you. I don't think that, at this point, Rien is longing for Cody. She's still fighting that battle with emotions she doesn't understand and doesn't want to. But like I said, you're forgiven
Rien steeled herself. Two thousand years of practice in stifling emotions certainly came in handy, as she withdrew into her hard shell. Love was a weakness. It was dangerous and acidic, destroying what it touched. The elfess had rejected it since she was initiated into the darkness. Even when she was a lightsider, love had done her no favors. Abused and abandoned by her parents, sisters, and even Luin, she had found more solace and comfort in the blackness of Mordor than in the so-called haven of Imladris.
"Love is the disease of fools. I suggest you cure yourself of it, Tarquin." She rose from her bed, bare feet on the cold stone floor. Like the nights before, she was wearing a spare shirt of Cody's, but she didn't care, and left the room. Cody had not locked the door tonight, and Rien fled to the kennel that housed Jewel and her pups.
The little one that had attached herself to Rien stuck her nose through the mesh gate, and Rien let the pup out, settling her down in her lap as she sat cross legged against the wall.
"You're another fool." She muttered. "I'm surrounded by them."