Wouldn't claim to feel the same we felt the first time it was heard
Say what you will about Hester, but she'd been raised right. If someone you haven't seen in what feels like ages shows up again, newly scarred, you don't bring attention to it. Not right away, at least. Her curiosity can wait until they've repaired this bridge a little bit more. Ideally, until Glas is ready to just tell her, but she knows who she is, knows there's a time limit on how long she can go before blurting out the question.
There's no complaint, no refusal of her sudden intention to help, just a quiet acceptance. Glas was almost exactly how she remembered, while somehow being changed completely, the time that had passed since she'd last seen him doing something, something that ran deeper than the scar on his face. "That's all?" Hester laughs, shaking her head. "At least it's an easy fix, right?" Honestly, it's what she'd been hoping for, something simple she can actually help with, that they can actually complete, to shake the oppressive weight of Longnight.
She shifts out of the way as Glas stands and flips the table, keeping out of the way, until she has to lean back to accept the tool, to look over the screws in place. "I've been good. Working on my music, mostly." Comes the cheery automatic answer, her eyes carefully focused on the task at hand, on tightening the screws. "My families doing alright, I just... couldn't stay with them this year." She shakes her head, and moves on to the next screw, the screwdriver slicking a few times before she managed to press down on it enough to get it to catch, to turn. "What about you?"
There's no complaint, no refusal of her sudden intention to help, just a quiet acceptance. Glas was almost exactly how she remembered, while somehow being changed completely, the time that had passed since she'd last seen him doing something, something that ran deeper than the scar on his face. "That's all?" Hester laughs, shaking her head. "At least it's an easy fix, right?" Honestly, it's what she'd been hoping for, something simple she can actually help with, that they can actually complete, to shake the oppressive weight of Longnight.
She shifts out of the way as Glas stands and flips the table, keeping out of the way, until she has to lean back to accept the tool, to look over the screws in place. "I've been good. Working on my music, mostly." Comes the cheery automatic answer, her eyes carefully focused on the task at hand, on tightening the screws. "My families doing alright, I just... couldn't stay with them this year." She shakes her head, and moves on to the next screw, the screwdriver slicking a few times before she managed to press down on it enough to get it to catch, to turn. "What about you?"
Hester
