LENA
it's not a sad song
Recognizing Sah gave her instant relief, though it was short-lived when he delivered the news – eyes widening, mind going back to a time and place where all of this had occurred for Stormbreak as well. She knew what it was like to lose pieces of one’s self, family, and friends in the wake of disaster, and it was horrific that so many others know how to live through the same experiences. “Okay,” she uttered with a firm nod, eyes no longer so widened, but hardened, determined, ready and eager to help. “I can assist in what you’re doing,” which looked like picking apart the rubble.
Placing the box of herbs down, she snagged at the gloves in her pockets, crouching and snagging at the piles of debris nearby without a second thought. “I’m so sorry about what’s happened here, and in Torchline.” She wasn’t certain about the other regions, and one could hope they hadn’t been hit or pummeled as hard. “Stormbreak is fine. We weren’t affected.” Which made her cringe, slightly, brows furrowing as she pulled away more pieces. “So we’re trying to lend support and aid where we can.”
Placing the box of herbs down, she snagged at the gloves in her pockets, crouching and snagging at the piles of debris nearby without a second thought. “I’m so sorry about what’s happened here, and in Torchline.” She wasn’t certain about the other regions, and one could hope they hadn’t been hit or pummeled as hard. “Stormbreak is fine. We weren’t affected.” Which made her cringe, slightly, brows furrowing as she pulled away more pieces. “So we’re trying to lend support and aid where we can.”
if you follow me I'll sing the rest
