[Training] no one told you to breathe

MELITA

After everything, all the debacles, all the impetuous, impulsive designs, all the botched relationships and shams of marriage dregs, at the very least he’d managed to find something. It might have come out of ruins, other poorly-chosen events, but that Sunjata had ways and means to survive, to find happiness, was enough to assuage the lithe, little firebrand. He had two others to keep an eye on him while she was gone, to rein him in if the going got terribly rough, and to lean upon when everything felt hard, horrid, and difficult. A sigh of relief might’ve floated through her lungs, but she paid no mind to it, handing back her empty glass. “Good. Keep it that way.” Her nose wrinkled, but only in mischief, and not in warning. She rose from her chair, snagging hold of Fangorn, and proffering one last goodbye. “I’ll see you when I get back!”

help tonight to split its seams
Give the bruises out like gifts