and everybody's gotta breathe somehow
Alys continued to pick away carefully at the rock, her attention divided between her task and her conversation. She nodded in response to Deimos's instruction regarding Hotaru. She had gotten a general sense of suffering and loneliness when she'd read the cards for the woman; she remembered advising Hotaru to open herself to feel again, to allow new relationships into her life. Perhaps it had been fate that they had run into one another that day. If Alys could repay her even a little by simply being her friend, well, that wouldn't be difficult for the young woman at all. "I can do that."
Alys continued to chip at the rock and was pleased to find that her efforts seemed to be bearing fruit. Fissures of her design had begun to open around the small seam of obsidian; she just needed to continue to go deeper, and perhaps she could pry the piece of rock loose. She was so wrapped up in her work that she missed the furrow of Deimos's brow, but she glanced up as he admitted to missing his home. Somehow, that simple acknowledgement made him more human. "I'm sorry," she said softly, offering a modicum of sympathy for what he had lost.
Alys continued to chip at the rock and was pleased to find that her efforts seemed to be bearing fruit. Fissures of her design had begun to open around the small seam of obsidian; she just needed to continue to go deeper, and perhaps she could pry the piece of rock loose. She was so wrapped up in her work that she missed the furrow of Deimos's brow, but she glanced up as he admitted to missing his home. Somehow, that simple acknowledgement made him more human. "I'm sorry," she said softly, offering a modicum of sympathy for what he had lost.
ALYS
