LENA
it's not a sad song
She flinched inwardly, feeling a bit bad that the man had clearly repeated himself hundreds of other times, but remained stalwart and sturdy on her radiant exterior. “Thank you,” she nodded, before turning to the other woman, maneuvering her supplies in her arms. “I’m Lena.” No need for titles or long-wrought introductions, not when they were clearly both here to work and be of some use.
“I can heal a little,” she murmured, though she didn’t allude to her staff just yet. It was the most basic of mending and tending, but it’d be able to provide some relief – plus they could drop off the medical supplies. She immediately started to head up the hill, where some drier expanse must’ve been aiding in other proportions, ignoring the way the water shimmied over her shoes. “We can see what they need and go from there?”
“I can heal a little,” she murmured, though she didn’t allude to her staff just yet. It was the most basic of mending and tending, but it’d be able to provide some relief – plus they could drop off the medical supplies. She immediately started to head up the hill, where some drier expanse must’ve been aiding in other proportions, ignoring the way the water shimmied over her shoes. “We can see what they need and go from there?”
if you follow me I'll sing the rest
