melita
Glancing up from staring upon the gilded fabric, her eyes still wide and a little rattled, from what she had difficulty naming, her mind eventually settled upon what he was discussing. Exchanging gifts. Decorating at King’s End. Dinner, like old times, when they weren’t all broken apart at the seams (or had been, but just in different ways). Sniffling something back and not giving any response to it, she nodded, mouth turning over in a grin as she pocketed her other wares. “Sure. I’d like that.” Putting things back in place, in order, might’ve been out of the range of chaos, but for now, she didn’t the ambience of it.
[FIN <3]
salvation doesn't look like light
