{se} hold the line, your breath, my hand

evie The kind of flawless I wish I could be Evie knows they're both hypocritical about sleep and self-care, so she knows it's up to her to be the first to bend, to reach for him in the crowd and bring him for a moment away to breathe and re-center. It may still be work, but it's work they can do away from the crush and bustle. She doesn't have the energy for dramatics, but her groan is soft and heartfelt with appreciation when he pulls bread from his bag, taking the roll with her free hand and squeezing his with her other. "No, though Alys has kept me hydrated," she murmurs just before she bites a chunk out of it, the numbness of ignoring hunger for hours shattering as soon as it hits her tongue and reminding her of the gnawing in her stomach. By the time they've made it out of the gates it has vanished from her hand, and she tries for a smile at his comment. "These particular plants will help protect against erosion. I'm hoping it will help with controlling the flooding short and long term." Whether it does will only be seen with time, but it has certainly helped with the mud, and with creating a visual path for any aid from foreign regions of the safest places to step to get to the Citadel gates. As they work alongside each other, Evie belatedly realizes her hands are battered once more, and she pauses as she considers whether it's worth the magic to heal. Frowning, she decides it is, and takes a moment to heal the scrapes and lacerations along her knuckles and palms. Flexing her hands, she begins planting again. Dissipating the excess water with her magic, or redirecting it intentionally to help grow the seeds she's planting and aging with yet more magic. It will tire her quickly enough, but she has a plan for that. A loose plan, but she hopes it will help both of them. "Have you slept?" Food and water are just as important, but given she'd just seen him eat, now this is the most pressing concern.