Lena
Sohalia’s appearance didn’t surprise her – there was an indisputable weight across many shoulders now – and Lena knew better than to spring anything other than gentle accord across the boundaries. “Thanks for inviting me,” she countered quietly, beginning to make her way down the corridors and halls that she had never encountered. Questions of ‘how are you doing’ faltered at the back of her mind, and never dared slip past her lips, because the summation of everything could be weighted in such substantial grief, terror, and pain, that bringing it up wouldn’t have helped with anything.
Instead, it was all gentleness and softness, head tilting back as they entered the kitchen, and she began a casual inspection of the oven. “What did you feel like making?”
Instead, it was all gentleness and softness, head tilting back as they entered the kitchen, and she began a casual inspection of the oven. “What did you feel like making?”
The universe listens to brave
