They make a mental note to tell Darkeye later that, while a kindly stranger had helped Ophelia read his letter, they couldn't have crafted a reply even if they wanted to. Nikolai had only recently begun to teach them how to read and write above the most basic of comprehension when he'd died. When they had all died. Missing their friend with a new, fierce pang, Ophelia selfishly avoids having to say it so soon and instead chooses the task opposite of Darkeye. They begin to ferry tools and supplies as needed, attentive to requests and trying to determine what is needed before it's required in that moment. Thoughtless, monotonous things that keep the grief at bay. - - - Phi helps stabilize and grab materials! |
I don't feel no remorse, and you can't see past my blinders
