Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Stunned and muted and gone completely silent, she could only nod at Tobi’s insistence. The numbing aspects drove her onward, and she didn’t remember rising to her feet, someone helping her carry Sera over to the side, or even just sitting down. “Sorry,” became a thousand murmurs after a while, and it became another little mantra, though she couldn’t fathom who she was apologizing to anymore.
To the medical staff, because she was useless? To Ronin, because she wasn’t pulling her weight? To Tobi, because she should’ve been helping her more? Or to Sera, because she couldn’t do anything for her?
The sudden chill was rankling and rattling at her bones, and she still grasped hold of her sister, tight and under her chin, warding off the rest of the world for a moment more. “What can I do?” she whispered into Sera’s dark hair, arms curled and contorted around her still, very prone form.
--
Lena and the medical staff take her sister out of the debris.
To the medical staff, because she was useless? To Ronin, because she wasn’t pulling her weight? To Tobi, because she should’ve been helping her more? Or to Sera, because she couldn’t do anything for her?
The sudden chill was rankling and rattling at her bones, and she still grasped hold of her sister, tight and under her chin, warding off the rest of the world for a moment more. “What can I do?” she whispered into Sera’s dark hair, arms curled and contorted around her still, very prone form.
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Lena and the medical staff take her sister out of the debris.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
