// but darling you are a river //
Zavien swept her up into his arms, and she let him, crushing the paper alongside. She curled into his chest and tried not to sob, but the panic seized and soared and really, the only ievitable thing to do was either cry or flee, and she didn’t want to do either. Her arms went around him too, clenching and clutching for purchase, listening to the beat of his heart beneath her ear like some kind of resolute, grounding enterprise. “I know, but, the animals-,” her family would be fine, but they were in the Celestine, waiting for remedies and nourishment and kindness and care.
Biting at her lip again to ensure the rush of apprehension didn’t go any further, she took in another swell of breaths, letting them conform to her lungs and find some amount of solace. “So we just…we just go to King’s End?” Koa had been clear and certain, but her mind wasn’t.
By then, the innkeeper had knocked on the door, and Lena sniffled into something like regality that didn’t even touch her eyes, only parting from Zavien to open the aperture, taking in the tea and coffee, the little scones on the plate. “Thank you so much,” she permitted, before closing it again, glancing downwards, taking one of the warm cups in her hands. “Maybe…do you think I should talk to Frey?”
Biting at her lip again to ensure the rush of apprehension didn’t go any further, she took in another swell of breaths, letting them conform to her lungs and find some amount of solace. “So we just…we just go to King’s End?” Koa had been clear and certain, but her mind wasn’t.
By then, the innkeeper had knocked on the door, and Lena sniffled into something like regality that didn’t even touch her eyes, only parting from Zavien to open the aperture, taking in the tea and coffee, the little scones on the plate. “Thank you so much,” she permitted, before closing it again, glancing downwards, taking one of the warm cups in her hands. “Maybe…do you think I should talk to Frey?”
Lena
// but you will never stop; you flow //
