[Seasonal Event] Back To Work

MaeA Keeping the smile up as Emmett came rushing was probably one of the harder things she had done. The impulse to offer condolences out of the blue was strong, but Maea also knew how deep it could cut. So she smiled and waved ord his concern - though really, she did need help, with about as many things as he did - and gestured towards the cart. "Sure, if you don't mind. It's for you and your family anyway. There were quite a bit food left from the Longnight, so I thought I'd share some of it. There's flour, some smoked mutton, apple preserves and such... I hope you have use for it." No doubt he would; a glance towards the kids on the blanket told her enough about the mouths he had to feed, and before the first harvest came in, life would always be lean. "How are you holding up? I heard... someone told me what happened. I'm so, so sorry, Emmett." The sympathy in her eyes was heartfelt, a mirrored pain that pleaded for him not to ask why a house as large as the Palmers suddenly would have food left. you're so cold, but you feel alive.