Panacea
Panacea, being one who hates taking orders, has worked around people long enough to know when a fight isn't even worth fighting. I just need to put up with this lunatic for an hour or so, and then I can never see her again she thinks, while rolling her eyes. She reaches into her bag and pulls out the wax that she carries with her, along with an old rag that she tears into two pieces.
She hands them over and watches the woman start on her side of the bench. She looks up to the sky, asking for any sort of mental fortitude from whoever is listening or watching and begins on her side as well. Every so often she also pulls at some of the weeds that have grown up and around the bench, hoping to speed up the process as much as possible. Not only to do some good for the bench and the family involved, but also to just be able to go home.
She hands them over and watches the woman start on her side of the bench. She looks up to the sky, asking for any sort of mental fortitude from whoever is listening or watching and begins on her side as well. Every so often she also pulls at some of the weeds that have grown up and around the bench, hoping to speed up the process as much as possible. Not only to do some good for the bench and the family involved, but also to just be able to go home.
// He who has health, has hope. He who has hope, has everything. //
// Take a breath and let the rest come easy //
// Take a breath and let the rest come easy //
