cauldron of storms

The thoughts seemed to circle her mind, and though he wasn’t privy to them, the wheels certainly appeared to be turning. It would take time and patience, from both of them, to render anything as it once was – both hurt, both maimed, but not an irreparable juncture. At least from the Sword’s standpoint, on the outside looking in, and only one side of the story. As she set aside her tea mug and thanked him, he nodded his head, aware of how much the gratitude extended. He'd had much the same when his friends were willing to lend an ear, offer support, when his outlooks were especially dire. [say]“You are welcome.”[/say] Rising and taking the cup, he tilted his head, considering again. [say]“Do you need anything else?”[/say]