KORBIN
Remember when I swore
That you and I would never die
That you and I would never die
Korbin had not really slept at all. From the moment he left Weaver to take over the organization of lodgings at the Kraai, he had been more or less in constant motion. People had been accommodated, wounds tended, squabbles about sleeping places settled and food distributed. At one point he had watched Weaver and Loren slip away in the night, but said nothing; he had just picked up where they left off.
When there was nothing else left to do at the bar, his attention moved elsewhere. Heading back to the Academy, he repeated the process there. It was too cold and too dark to do any surveys of the Palace yet, but the dislocated Grounders needed blankets and food, water and fires. At least he could leave the calming and explaining to Kiada; he had quite enough to do without trying to explain why they had changed Warden in the middle of this crisis.
It was close to noon when the young man's strength finally started to flag. In desperate need of a bite to eat and a nap, he made his way back to the Kraai, head swimming with things that still needed to be done.
Seeing Weaver poke her head out through the door was a relief. If she was up, that meant he could relax a bit. He gave her a lopsided smile, fully aware that he looked like shit. His hands and face was still flecked with blood, as was his clothes, and the dark hair was standing on edge, streaked through with dirst from diving into half-collapsed homes to retrieve essentials for people before they relocated. There were dark bags under his own eyes too, but his gaze was sharp and alert when he looked her over.
"Glad to see you're alright," he said quietly. As soon as he was through the door, Korbin pulled his sister into a rough embrace, finally not caring if there were other things that needed doing.
This was important too.
When there was nothing else left to do at the bar, his attention moved elsewhere. Heading back to the Academy, he repeated the process there. It was too cold and too dark to do any surveys of the Palace yet, but the dislocated Grounders needed blankets and food, water and fires. At least he could leave the calming and explaining to Kiada; he had quite enough to do without trying to explain why they had changed Warden in the middle of this crisis.
It was close to noon when the young man's strength finally started to flag. In desperate need of a bite to eat and a nap, he made his way back to the Kraai, head swimming with things that still needed to be done.
Seeing Weaver poke her head out through the door was a relief. If she was up, that meant he could relax a bit. He gave her a lopsided smile, fully aware that he looked like shit. His hands and face was still flecked with blood, as was his clothes, and the dark hair was standing on edge, streaked through with dirst from diving into half-collapsed homes to retrieve essentials for people before they relocated. There were dark bags under his own eyes too, but his gaze was sharp and alert when he looked her over.
"Glad to see you're alright," he said quietly. As soon as he was through the door, Korbin pulled his sister into a rough embrace, finally not caring if there were other things that needed doing.
This was important too.
Remember when you swore
we had it all?
we had it all?
