the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
"Well, even if that is the case, I would not want you to ever have to do something for me that would make you unhappy, especially if I did not know what I was asking," Amhran says, unconsciously locking in selfless as a personality trait, at least when it came to those he considers family. Smiling to feel her fingers squeeze around his own, he similarly turns back to the seeds and soil, content with their work once it's complete and mimicking Evie in dusting the soil from his hands.
His own hair is unbound today, which likely explains the few smears of dirt already present on his face, and he tips his head back to smile up at the glass roof of the greenhouse overhead. "I would like to make some new memories with you," he agrees; not just to overwrite those painful instances in the Grounds, but to weave a further history between them.
Glancing back to his mother, he reaches out to shake her hand with a lopsided smile. "Alright. This Deepfrost, we will visit the Grounds," he confirms, only to be literally interrupted by the rumbling of his stomach. "Ah," he says. "Does that mean it is lunch time?"
His own hair is unbound today, which likely explains the few smears of dirt already present on his face, and he tips his head back to smile up at the glass roof of the greenhouse overhead. "I would like to make some new memories with you," he agrees; not just to overwrite those painful instances in the Grounds, but to weave a further history between them.
Glancing back to his mother, he reaches out to shake her hand with a lopsided smile. "Alright. This Deepfrost, we will visit the Grounds," he confirms, only to be literally interrupted by the rumbling of his stomach. "Ah," he says. "Does that mean it is lunch time?"
