// think of the sun that shaped them //
Lena couldn’t help but hear Sohalia’s words over the distance, and the sentiments suddenly made her feel very ill. Trying to hide the bout of trepidation and recoil over a horde of memories that would never quite go away, her fingers shook as she placed the trash into bags, features striving to look resolute. She’d almost take building the thing to this now – but she quietly worked and wiled away, losing herself in focus and drive, rather than what the Tower and all its rubble represented time and time again.
She hadn’t even noticed Erika until there were shouts. Lifting her head from the pile of work, she blinked several times, then nodded her head politely, tilting it vaguely as she restored something beyond apprehension to her soul. “This looks lovely,” she deigned instead, waiting in line amidst the rest. “Thank you,” she chimed to the other woman, snagging at a bowl, hoping the warmth of the impending meal would fill the void.
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Lena gets some food!
She hadn’t even noticed Erika until there were shouts. Lifting her head from the pile of work, she blinked several times, then nodded her head politely, tilting it vaguely as she restored something beyond apprehension to her soul. “This looks lovely,” she deigned instead, waiting in line amidst the rest. “Thank you,” she chimed to the other woman, snagging at a bowl, hoping the warmth of the impending meal would fill the void.
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Lena gets some food!
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
