WESSEX
With her elbows resting on her knees, Wessex nods slightly in understanding. “You aren’t leaving us, you’re doing the smart thing and providing an example for the more stubborn Grounders. But if it helps, you can lend a hand in prepping the Barracks?” After a pause, she adds in what might almost be a whisper - definitely audible but not intended for anyone else to accidentally overhear. “And if something happens to me, the Ground will need someone like you.” She leaves it at that and after fishing out the book, he drops the board. She’s already delicately opening it - when nothing crumbles beneath her fingers, she starts to flip through it - just scanning at first - “Seems like a really old notebook. Pretty mundane -”
Wessex stops mid-sentence, flipping back to a page. She reads it, eyes growing wide. A body-wrenching groan rips through Wessex as she reads the forgotten book, hanging her head and looking at Henry with something that screams she's just read something most discouraging.[say "Just a sec," she says, stands, and walks into the next aisle for a good couple of minutes before returning and handing it wordlessly to him to read.
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
