Lena
// what is to give light must endure burning //
Optimism hadn’t been present much for the past few days, so Lena gave a light smile again, trying to find ways to recollect it. “Well, I’m trying to be encouraging,” though her eyes flickered downwards, mulling over the parameters. “We have our livelihoods. We have a place to stay. We have our friends. We’ve clearly built some relationships that stand strong.” With other regions, with their kin and comrades, with one another. “And we haven’t lost ourselves.” She might have been lingering in the threads of her identity being slowly crushed and dwindled away, but it wasn’t going to be that way forever – hopefully. While everything they’d worked for felt like crumbling and crumpling into tethers and lines, it hadn’t entirely fractured and shattered. Just pieces.
Then she sighed. “You know you don’t have to sleep on a couch. There’s plenty of room.” But maybe it left him more comfortable to be in a space further away and not encroaching; in that regard, whatever benefitted him the most, she supposed, would have to make do. “But food sounds good. And we can scout around and see what needs to be done for work.”
Then she sighed. “You know you don’t have to sleep on a couch. There’s plenty of room.” But maybe it left him more comfortable to be in a space further away and not encroaching; in that regard, whatever benefitted him the most, she supposed, would have to make do. “But food sounds good. And we can scout around and see what needs to be done for work.”
