LENA
it's not a sad song
Another slid in nearby, and she didn’t recognize the woman, save for Ancient characteristics. It was comforting, perhaps, in some facets, to know so many were willing and able to help, when years before, with war-torn decibels and upcoming barrages, it wouldn’t have been the case. It was unfortunate that destruction and chaos had to be the main cause for ensuring the world came together, but the Caretaker remained eternally optimistic even at the worst of times.
She directed her attention to the man who hastened over instead, eyes going to the bruise and wincing, wishing she had her staff with her. “Oh, I have some herbs, seeds, and medical supplies.” Her eyes shifted to the other woman, before remaining persistent on the goal. “And let me know if there is anything else you all need.” She might not have been gifted in repairs, but she could certainly try.
She directed her attention to the man who hastened over instead, eyes going to the bruise and wincing, wishing she had her staff with her. “Oh, I have some herbs, seeds, and medical supplies.” Her eyes shifted to the other woman, before remaining persistent on the goal. “And let me know if there is anything else you all need.” She might not have been gifted in repairs, but she could certainly try.
if you follow me I'll sing the rest
