[SE] stained glass windows in my mind

Got no plans and I've got no money
Gone are the days of milk and honey

Soh had learned a long time ago that home was where you made it, and it was that knowledge that kept her going at this particular moment. Where she would end up remained to be seen, but she knew that she had places that she could go. Flora, for one, would welcome her with open arms - and there were others, too, other friends she'd made and family she'd chosen. She would be fine.

For now, though, she would stay with Zavien. With her people.

Until the end.

Swallowing down a lump in her throat, Soh nodded as Zavien began to delegate tasks. She could handle notices and sending a request to the Grounds. Then she could focus on logistics. It would mean extra paperwork, which seemed absurd, given the circumstances, but it was the truth - and she would process that kind of thing more quickly than Zavien, who would be needed on the ground anyway.

It was his quiet reassurance and the brief hope that it provided that nearly broke her, and she couldn't help but throw her arms quickly around his neck to squeeze him closer for a hug. It was as much for her as it was for him, something to ground her in the present when everything seemed to be falling apart. "Of course we will," she whispered, then released him. "Okay. We'd better get to work."

Green eyes and a head of gold
I'll give you two dollars if you save my soul

Sohalia