Lena
She swallowed down the rifts and barbs clinging to her throat; the solemn quiet lingering across both individuals. What had once been heroic had become harrowing, and both the tangible and intangible wounds lining the surface. She didn’t even dare mention the planned sedition; not when consequences stared them down so immensely. Any plans that had been in the Caretaker’s head seemed to have billowed away on the news of Zavien’s – so for now, they tended to things that appeared normal.
Her fingers didn’t shake as she set the oven timer on, nor did her smile feel forced. “Brownies sound amazing.” She went through her bag, pulling away ingredients – the list of potentials had been bagged and sealed and ready, no matter what they’d ended up deciding. Opting to glide through the kitchen area and find the utensils, bowls, and necessities, she tried to find the inquiries safest, comforting, rather than anything alarming. Instead she settled for something easy – as if they were talking about the weather instead of ghosting around the mangled events. “Do we want extra chocolate? I have some fudge portions that would go in it nicely.”
Her fingers didn’t shake as she set the oven timer on, nor did her smile feel forced. “Brownies sound amazing.” She went through her bag, pulling away ingredients – the list of potentials had been bagged and sealed and ready, no matter what they’d ended up deciding. Opting to glide through the kitchen area and find the utensils, bowls, and necessities, she tried to find the inquiries safest, comforting, rather than anything alarming. Instead she settled for something easy – as if they were talking about the weather instead of ghosting around the mangled events. “Do we want extra chocolate? I have some fudge portions that would go in it nicely.”
The universe listens to brave
