a ship is safe in harbor
but that's not what ships are for
but that's not what ships are for
The Caretaker only turned around to glance over shoulder, watching and witnessing the unfortunate demise of the pumpkin. But in the end, perhaps that was all that could be done. Once she’d healed both of them up, she sent the youth on her way (unfortunately uncertain if anything had been learned in all the crossfire and hurtling of vines), before joining the rest of the gourd squad – barely containing the muffled laughter after gazing upon Zavien in all his gutted glory. “I’m okay,” by way of reassurance, shaking her head at her fellow Dragoons. Content that they were safe, she figured it was appropriate for light teasing. “It looks good on you. All the rage this season.”
Lena
