so much of our lives is just carving through the dark
"I'm glad you think so - means I'm doing a good job of it," Isla says with a soft chuckle, giving him a tight squeeze and holding him for a moment or so before stepping back, gesturing to the half-assembled cobbler on the counter. "You're welcome to help me finish it off and put it in the oven, if you want?" she suggests. "I didn't know when you were visiting, so I was hoping it might be ready by the time you got here, but this is just as good I guess."
Nodding at his response - a long few weeks may as well be code for it's real fucking rough between the two of them at this point, and she steps back across to the open plan kitchen to put some coffee on, whether or not he wants to help with her baking endeavours. "You could never darken my doorstep unless it's with your lanky frame," she tells him affectionately as she takes down two mugs. "You're right, though. It was a bumpy Leafchange for a lot of people." Sunjata included, as it happens.
"I've been good, at least." No dramatics as far as she's aware, anyway. "I took a trip up to Stormbreak to see their infirmary, and I've mainly been holding the fort here. It's good to see the Greatwood open for visitors again, though."
Nodding at his response - a long few weeks may as well be code for it's real fucking rough between the two of them at this point, and she steps back across to the open plan kitchen to put some coffee on, whether or not he wants to help with her baking endeavours. "You could never darken my doorstep unless it's with your lanky frame," she tells him affectionately as she takes down two mugs. "You're right, though. It was a bumpy Leafchange for a lot of people." Sunjata included, as it happens.
"I've been good, at least." No dramatics as far as she's aware, anyway. "I took a trip up to Stormbreak to see their infirmary, and I've mainly been holding the fort here. It's good to see the Greatwood open for visitors again, though."
