Lena
// what is to give light must endure burning //
Something was off; she could see it in his face. The pragmatic and practical side wondered, pondered, if it had been simply his injuries (but even then – where he’d been gone for days, hadn’t they been mended and tended to in Halo?), or an extension of whatever he’d seen across the Tundra. Not once did they veer towards a notion far more detrimental, and though the broadcast had her weary and nervous, Zavien was right there, in front of her, real and whole and –
They made their way into the house and she didn’t stop for water or food, too puzzled and perplexed with his reactions and platitude. “Okay,” she accepted, biting down on semblances of confusion and trying to grant him the time, the moments, to say whatever had darkened his mind. They’d been in rough motions before – the whole of Stormbreak was one, and then the disaster of the Feverlands another…so while she wracked her brain on possibilities, of forging along and trying to find the less bitter path, they settled upon the couch – until there was the echoing throng nearby too, and she practically jumped out of her skin.
“Gods, sorry. Mittens, can you go check?” And the abominable snowball was off with a grumble and a grunt, floating down the hall towards the sound. Eventually, she turned her head back towards Zavien, reeling in another breath, steeling herself for the weight of the unknown. “What happened?”
They made their way into the house and she didn’t stop for water or food, too puzzled and perplexed with his reactions and platitude. “Okay,” she accepted, biting down on semblances of confusion and trying to grant him the time, the moments, to say whatever had darkened his mind. They’d been in rough motions before – the whole of Stormbreak was one, and then the disaster of the Feverlands another…so while she wracked her brain on possibilities, of forging along and trying to find the less bitter path, they settled upon the couch – until there was the echoing throng nearby too, and she practically jumped out of her skin.
“Gods, sorry. Mittens, can you go check?” And the abominable snowball was off with a grumble and a grunt, floating down the hall towards the sound. Eventually, she turned her head back towards Zavien, reeling in another breath, steeling herself for the weight of the unknown. “What happened?”
