I'm a lady, like whoa
I could bring you to your knees
”Thank you,” she says, pausing for a moment simply to let Delphia’s answer sink in. Perhaps Maea is watching them now. Hopefully she would be watching the Kraai, the drinks that would be made with her brother’s notebook, the ways that they would not let her be forgotten. ”I have a million questions, but honestly, I don’t know that the rest of them matter.” That’s the truth, too. Her loved ones were happy, they were waiting, but they were not longing. What else could matter?
”Is there anything I can do for you, in exchange for your help?” She feels a little bad having just asked all her questions and then leaving. There’s something inherently wrong about it to the Halovian, to offer nothing in return.
weaver
get you kicked out the Garden of Eden