Noe
Change my priorities
Lena was brighter than Noe by far, her gentle smile a welcome balm to the girl's wounded soul. Noe watched her approach, Mittens following along, and tried to return the gesture. But it came out feeling wrong - like somewhere along the way, she'd forgotten how to smile properly, without the Family influencing her to be too cheerful, too carefree.
"I'm fine," the engineer said, her voice sounding a touch too mechanical, her response a hair too automatic. She swallowed. "I'm... you know. Cured, or... whatever." She shifted uneasily. She'd done things while infected that she couldn't take back. It felt strange to attempt to return to any sense of normalcy.
"I'm fine," the engineer said, her voice sounding a touch too mechanical, her response a hair too automatic. She swallowed. "I'm... you know. Cured, or... whatever." She shifted uneasily. She'd done things while infected that she couldn't take back. It felt strange to attempt to return to any sense of normalcy.
The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury
