So, About That Funeral...

REXANNA i am your friend, a soul for your soul. home. sun or water, here or away — For her story, he was a perfect audience. Able to listen quietly yet still understand with her flirtatious tone that there was nothing beautiful in the terrible things she had done. But she had learned from it, slowly at first. Yet it had grown like a snowball turned boulder. Small at first, but growing bigger with every pass. And she tried to take Frey’s offering in hand, hoping that by learning from them she might better herself. Might not burn herself out by giving others the entirety of her when they were unwilling to return the favor. And it seemed, when Bastien had a far away look, that he might be thinking of the things he had done too. She was certain he’d done good things, but in the name of selflessness, she couldn’t say. But she was interested to learn about them. When Bastien stood, and placed a kiss upon her cheek she smiled to him and dipped her head in a small nod. Her attention fully on him as he spoke, as he intently considered her words and how he might honestly help them. He spoke of the things he was good at, how it might give him away and she nodded in agreement. Definitely not the artistic things he was comfortable with – he’d have to do something out of his shell, out of his comfort. But she’d help him with it, to make it easier. “I think a good start is by asking what others might want.” She purred to him, but it was a thoughtful statement. “For example, I imagine when the sun returns there will be a need to clean up the damage of Longnight. Perhaps start there, walk the streets and ask what you can do for others.” She finally said, eyeing him contently. “I bet my house has suffered while I was away. I could use some help cleaning up the rubble.” She winked to him before looking around the room they had spent time together in. “Some volunteering, something where everyone can have an equal part. Like helping to make food for those that have lost someone and can’t help themselves. Or if they need someone to talk to, lend an ear. It’s easy once you get the hang of it. You might not agree with what people do or say, and think you might be able to do it better. But you do it for them. We’re all people with our own stories. And what we were before matters little in this bubble.” She returned her eyes to him with a nod and a cheerful grin. —we are a lighthouse, we leave and we stay.