// think of the sun that shaped them //
She carefully wrapped up the remains of the poultice, attention deviating between cloth, herbs, and Dragoon, forgetting for half a moment she could call herself that soon after. She had to laugh at the sharp salute, shaking her head at the foolishness of it all, before she was suddenly swept up in his hug. “Thank you for having me,” patting him in return, then waiting for her release.
Finishing what she started, her eyes widened at his boldness again, before sighing, a bit like a someone world-weary and trying her best not to get her hopes up – not one to rashly jump into much of anything. Snagging at her tools and bag, she gave him half a smile and tapped into that boldness, useful seemingly only for Koa presently. “Sure.” To both. “And then we can tease you about your love life…,” unaware, of course, that would be having a tailspin of its own.
[FIN]
Finishing what she started, her eyes widened at his boldness again, before sighing, a bit like a someone world-weary and trying her best not to get her hopes up – not one to rashly jump into much of anything. Snagging at her tools and bag, she gave him half a smile and tapped into that boldness, useful seemingly only for Koa presently. “Sure.” To both. “And then we can tease you about your love life…,” unaware, of course, that would be having a tailspin of its own.
[FIN]
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
