Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
It was likely best Lena didn’t have the same duty as Ronin and the others; she wouldn’t have been able to handle another iteration of corpse finding. Instead, her work was steady, certain, and light, granting a small smile and a nod towards the Huntsman, but otherwise keeping her head low, her determination clear, eyes never roaming over to where bodies were moved.
Thereafter, when she’d finished those particular rounds, she carefully and quietly adhered to assisting in cleaning the stones, ensuring they could be used and cycled through some other portion of work, running water over them, and buffing any their outer surface with cloths.
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Lena cleans the stones!
Thereafter, when she’d finished those particular rounds, she carefully and quietly adhered to assisting in cleaning the stones, ensuring they could be used and cycled through some other portion of work, running water over them, and buffing any their outer surface with cloths.
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Lena cleans the stones!
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
