What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.
She rather preferred when they could argue too. They always argued, after all. Arguing was at least a quarter of their regular conversation, if not more. Not quite like the arguments they have been having, ones that are too deep, too raw, but still. There was something normal about the arguments. It was better than the silence, his unwillingness to talk even though he could. He was deaf, not mute, after all. Still, if what she could get was sitting in silence working together, she would take that.
There were certainly times that they sat in silence together. They spent so much time together that they didn’t always need to speak, though there was something different about chosen silence versus forced silence. Though this moment felt a little like both. Communicating was hard, though not impossible, and not for the first time she wishes for the Attuned bond. Not for the first time she is jealous of the conversations Loren can have with him that Weaver cannot.
Still, she has to remind herself that having Loren in his life is a good thing. It has been years since Korbin had a male in his life, and no matter how much Korbin might pretend not to like the healer, Weaver suspects Loren was in fact growing on him like a fungus. Yes, he told her about that. Hopefully her suspicions are right or there’s going to be a whole new set of arguments when Korbin finds out just exactly what Weaver thinks of the Outlander healer...ah well, that’s a problem for another day.
Eventually, he breaks the silence, and she looks up from her own section of the hide. They are making quick work of it together. She’d have to let the hide dry out before it could properly be tanned, but if they could get all the fur removed this morning, it could dry and she could be well on her way to completing the leather.
Her smile is all the answer she needs, clearly pleased to see her brother trying something new. Something that might suit him, in fact. He knows the need for a good healer as well as she does, though from a different perspective. She has never asked how much he watched the healers working on her, or if he’d largely only been there when they were not. She gives him a nod of approval, light in her amber eyes. Picking up the pencil, she scribbles a simple good on the paper.
There were certainly times that they sat in silence together. They spent so much time together that they didn’t always need to speak, though there was something different about chosen silence versus forced silence. Though this moment felt a little like both. Communicating was hard, though not impossible, and not for the first time she wishes for the Attuned bond. Not for the first time she is jealous of the conversations Loren can have with him that Weaver cannot.
Still, she has to remind herself that having Loren in his life is a good thing. It has been years since Korbin had a male in his life, and no matter how much Korbin might pretend not to like the healer, Weaver suspects Loren was in fact growing on him like a fungus. Yes, he told her about that. Hopefully her suspicions are right or there’s going to be a whole new set of arguments when Korbin finds out just exactly what Weaver thinks of the Outlander healer...ah well, that’s a problem for another day.
Eventually, he breaks the silence, and she looks up from her own section of the hide. They are making quick work of it together. She’d have to let the hide dry out before it could properly be tanned, but if they could get all the fur removed this morning, it could dry and she could be well on her way to completing the leather.
Her smile is all the answer she needs, clearly pleased to see her brother trying something new. Something that might suit him, in fact. He knows the need for a good healer as well as she does, though from a different perspective. She has never asked how much he watched the healers working on her, or if he’d largely only been there when they were not. She gives him a nod of approval, light in her amber eyes. Picking up the pencil, she scribbles a simple good on the paper.
Weaver
