Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Lena would only be able to see the monument hours later – so for now, other than facing down the multitudes of grief again and again, she nodded towards Ronin, grateful for an excuse to do something other than wallow or stare. “Sure.” Quiet, as she’d been nearly the entire time, the Caretaker followed after the Huntsman and his wagon of supplies, carrying a few other tools alongside the workers.
Trying, desperately, to help where she could. Her experience with building houses amounted to nearly nothing, but where there was resolution and determination, perseverance and fortitude, perhaps that would count for something.
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Lena helps with the houses!
Trying, desperately, to help where she could. Her experience with building houses amounted to nearly nothing, but where there was resolution and determination, perseverance and fortitude, perhaps that would count for something.
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Lena helps with the houses!
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
