[SE][OPEN] They Did Not Train Me For This

Carrengay, No-Name, it was all the same to the Head of the Launceleyn family. She seemed able to work and hold his gaze, not needing to look down at the basket to check her work as he spoke yet weaving it together with perfect precision. The way his gaze faded out, staring off into space, looking at a time and place long since passed – Zariah recognized trauma in a heartbeat. Interesting. His story sounded…familiar. One she felt she could predict the end to and have filled in with details that would have blended well enough to obscure truth from conjecture. ”Trained in what?” she said, glancing at the basket only when she had reached the top. Unceremoniously she placed it in front of him. The edge needed finishing which she didn’t know how to do, but she theorized that he might. ”And what problems were you fixing?” Zariah I won't be held down by who I used to be