Lena
// what is to give light must endure burning //
It wasn’t that Lena was a horrendous control freak; it was simply a matter of so much to do in the wake and aftermath of Dahlia’s reign, and then their refugee status, the leftover results of the Reaper dissolving her role…that relaxing felt like a blasphemous thing. In truth, she did know better – that if they didn’t get rest, they wouldn’t be worth much of anything, but to settle it into her shoulders and follow her own advice was something akin to vexing. Inward, at least.
Though it seemed to be spiraling through her form – not even realizing the tension roaming across there. She knew well the effect stress had on animals, but thoughts on her own health hadn’t amounted to much. It was everyone else well before her, after all.
Zavien’s offer of help had her knitting her brows, uncertain by what he meant, until she maneuvered, brow arching. “Oh, if you want.” She scooted back toward him, putting her mug down so that she might fully relish whatever was pending, snagging at her hair and putting it over her shoulders and out of his way.
Though it seemed to be spiraling through her form – not even realizing the tension roaming across there. She knew well the effect stress had on animals, but thoughts on her own health hadn’t amounted to much. It was everyone else well before her, after all.
Zavien’s offer of help had her knitting her brows, uncertain by what he meant, until she maneuvered, brow arching. “Oh, if you want.” She scooted back toward him, putting her mug down so that she might fully relish whatever was pending, snagging at her hair and putting it over her shoulders and out of his way.
