LENA
it's not a sad song
With supplies offered and taken, Lena adjourned to the following tasks, nodding simply and snagging at the bucket of paint. She could do that, surely, and she adhered to those notions of something simple, rather than focusing on what it meant to be pull others out of debris. Like her sister, right before the war –
Swallowing down those harmful and painstaking notions, and perhaps wondering when they’d ever cease, her eyes flickered back to Maea, before rounding towards her current occupation. The sealing was easy, an unrelenting conviction, occupying her mind. “I’m all right. You?” They could always switch roles if it became necessary; the Caretaker wouldn’t mind pressing strength and attention into the hammer and nails.
At the other words, her face took on a plain countenance, fighting off some other unsaid onslaught. “It’s true – if we don’t take care of ourselves, we become a burden too. And there’s certainly enough needs going around. We don’t need to be one either.”
Swallowing down those harmful and painstaking notions, and perhaps wondering when they’d ever cease, her eyes flickered back to Maea, before rounding towards her current occupation. The sealing was easy, an unrelenting conviction, occupying her mind. “I’m all right. You?” They could always switch roles if it became necessary; the Caretaker wouldn’t mind pressing strength and attention into the hammer and nails.
At the other words, her face took on a plain countenance, fighting off some other unsaid onslaught. “It’s true – if we don’t take care of ourselves, we become a burden too. And there’s certainly enough needs going around. We don’t need to be one either.”
if you follow me I'll sing the rest
