// hope, is wonderfully messy //
Her eyes went away from the Needle itself, down towards the prison cells with outlines of individuals, though not every boxed portion filled – swallowing down her own portions of bile. At Hadams’s suggestion though, she nodded, content with the idea of not lingering in this place, where she rarely frequented anyway. “Of course.” Hitching her basket further up her shoulder, and tending to the way Mittens hovered, she gave a strained smile, glad to be immediately turning away from the fixture. He likely knew of what skyports looked like – his own region had one – but she appreciated the offer nonetheless, and persisted with more easygoing conversation the moment the structure no longer loomed so large.
[FIN]
[FIN]
Lena
// we must weather the potential of happiness //
