[PQ] color of rust

I'm a lady, like whoa
I could bring you to your knees

Like Loren, she is not in the Grounds that often, though she checks the notice board when she is here. It’d been impossible to miss the one left from Delphia, the long list of goodbyes from a girl Weaver hadn’t known well but had loved regardless. In that moment she could understand her brother’s hesitation to grow close to anyone, because like always, Caido takes things away too quickly.

She’d scanned the other notices without much thought, though the one left by Deimos looking for help caught her attention. She liked the man and didn’t mind spending an afternoon getting dirty to help him, to distract herself. Normally she’d go out of curiosity as well, to see what the prisons here were like, though her curiosity is a dull thing in the wake of Maea’s death.

When she arrives, she gives Deimos a nod, unusually quiet and perhaps thankful she was helping a quiet man. There’s one face she does not recognize, and she turns her attention to him briefly with a nod and a small smile of greeting. ”Weaver,” she offers to the stranger, before her attention settles on Loren. He’d known Maea as well, and she’d seen the note left to him as much as he must have seen the note left to her. She drifts closer to him, placing a hand on his shoulder if he’ll let her, and giving it a squeeze, before removing her hand and turning her full attention to Deimos, waiting for instructions.

weaver

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