there's always a glimmer in those
The question had been asked, but there was scarcely any processing behind it. The answers volleyed into familiarity; somewhere between things her mother had done with similar herbs and plants, and in mannerisms of lost time, factions. A few nods were here and there, committed to her work, thoughts scattered and loose, distracted and deterred.
Her interest piqued at the semblance of using the comb however, staring down at the one in her hand. “Eaten as is? You just bite down?” Her head tilted, perplexed, not quite daring enough to try it; not right now. “Very clever of you to have all of this then,” she smiled; a half-grin, tired, exhausted, drained somewhere in the midst of fading embers. Her eyes went to the way Maeve rubbed her back though, adjusting her own composition. “Do you need anything?”
Her interest piqued at the semblance of using the comb however, staring down at the one in her hand. “Eaten as is? You just bite down?” Her head tilted, perplexed, not quite daring enough to try it; not right now. “Very clever of you to have all of this then,” she smiled; a half-grin, tired, exhausted, drained somewhere in the midst of fading embers. Her eyes went to the way Maeve rubbed her back though, adjusting her own composition. “Do you need anything?”
who have been through the dark
MELITA
