The ear is the avenue to the heart.
Hearing Sah's voice, she glanced at the mess they'd made. The mortar from Amhran's imprisonment had mostly been cleaned up, but the extra materials littered the space, dull and useless. Elizabeth titled her head, trying to think of what to do with it all. She didn't have the slightest clue how to dispose of excess mortar. Maybe use it for something else? Yet nothing immediately came to mind, so she turned to the gems and stones.
Elizabeth knelt down, picking up a pretty pink one that hadn't quite fit with the rainbow. Smiling, she looked up at the others. "I'll take these. I've got some clients in mind who might like them." The physical objects could serve as mental reminders or means of fidgeting or calming. The colors would certainly be enough to convince some people to try the method. So she grabbed a small bag and began scooping the few leftovers inside, smile warm with passion for her patients.
Elizabeth takes the extra gems and stones.
Elizabeth knelt down, picking up a pretty pink one that hadn't quite fit with the rainbow. Smiling, she looked up at the others. "I'll take these. I've got some clients in mind who might like them." The physical objects could serve as mental reminders or means of fidgeting or calming. The colors would certainly be enough to convince some people to try the method. So she grabbed a small bag and began scooping the few leftovers inside, smile warm with passion for her patients.
Elizabeth takes the extra gems and stones.
Elizabeth
