LENA
it's not a sad song
The offer surprised her, but the Caretaker couldn’t explain why. Eyes rounding for a moment, she then returned the sentiments with a nod. “Sure. I can’t promise I’ll find anything new, but if I do,” for she’d be busy tending to her own duties in between…but it was nice to think about trading information, rather than the notions of isolation and seclusion. None of them were on their own islands, even if it seemed or looked that way sometimes.
She stepped back upon the foreman’s inspection, dipping her brush back in while waiting. “Thank you,” came along her own quiet bearings, relieved that they’d done well, and that she hadn’t messed something up in the process. She gave a tired smile in Maea’s direction thereafter, a quick nod of agreement. “Yes. I could use a snack,” especially after all that work. “We can head over and then come back after?”
With her agreement, and work done for the instant, they could head in the direction, a little more tired but a little more accomplished.
{FIN}
She stepped back upon the foreman’s inspection, dipping her brush back in while waiting. “Thank you,” came along her own quiet bearings, relieved that they’d done well, and that she hadn’t messed something up in the process. She gave a tired smile in Maea’s direction thereafter, a quick nod of agreement. “Yes. I could use a snack,” especially after all that work. “We can head over and then come back after?”
With her agreement, and work done for the instant, they could head in the direction, a little more tired but a little more accomplished.
{FIN}
if you follow me I'll sing the rest
