Jiao softened her expression as the man immediately yelled out an apology and seemed rather hurt himself, blood coming from his nose. She sighed and picked up the remaining pins she could see and put the bowl on the side, weighing it down with a large stone so it wouldn't blow over again.
"C'mon. I have rags inside you can use for your nose." She said, stepping back inside and selecting something from her scraps box; a brown soft fabric with a pattern of yellow leaves, once used years ago for a shirt she had long forgotten. She passed it to Kheelan and sat back down in her work chair. "...Sorry. I know you were trying to help. I just.." She shrugged.
"I've never seen you around before. What's your name?"
Jiao
And the bittersweet of every new defeat
Is I'm stronger than before
