[SE] morning mist and silver sun

// hope, is wonderfully messy //

Lena had heard the roar too, and it was enough for her to send one singular command through the Attuned bond. Mittens looked boldly upright, and clearly thought about making a face, but instead, pouted and went to hover over in the corner; as if putting itself in time out.

Shaking her head and wondering if the two companions together was too overwhelming for both, she kept it in the back of her mind for future endeavors and trials. Her focus had to be on the cooking for now though, watchful, vigilant, and observant, while still instilling some independence without needing to immediately rescue.

The question in his eyes was enough, and she walked over to the stove. “See this dial here?” She pointed to each of the notches, showing the differences between the numbers and indicators. “This is for the level of heat used.” Then she turned it to medium, listening to the click and the subtle roar under the burner, moving the pan over it. “There, now we have both going. You’ll have to turn over the meat in a little bit, to make sure everything is cooked properly.” She snagged at a tool, and showed him how to do so, without dropping anything to the floor or directly on the stove.

Lena

// we must weather the potential of happiness //