MORGAN
Lay me down
Let the only sound
Let the only sound
Almost immediately Morgan realised who was in front of her, Hester's small form recognisable partly because of how oddly protective she'd grown to feel over the girl; which only helped to increase her guilt. While she was still talking Morgan put her hammer on her back, held up a hand to tell her it was alright, she could calm down...then Hester fell.
Cringing (the thud sounded like it had hurt) she walked to Hester and knelt, holding out a hand to lift her up. "You do not need to apologise. I am simply...wary of trouble, at the moment. Of course you are allowed to take whatever you would like from here - the dead are not using them." She looked to the ruined homes, thoughts of memories and ghosts briefly resurfacing.
Once Hester was back up, Morgan looked her over to make sure she was not too badly hurt; satisfied that she would recover fine with an hour or so, she stepped back. "Why are you wanting wood, though? Are you building something?"
Cringing (the thud sounded like it had hurt) she walked to Hester and knelt, holding out a hand to lift her up. "You do not need to apologise. I am simply...wary of trouble, at the moment. Of course you are allowed to take whatever you would like from here - the dead are not using them." She looked to the ruined homes, thoughts of memories and ghosts briefly resurfacing.
Once Hester was back up, Morgan looked her over to make sure she was not too badly hurt; satisfied that she would recover fine with an hour or so, she stepped back. "Why are you wanting wood, though? Are you building something?"
Be the overflow
Pockets full of stones
Pockets full of stones
