[se] the sun knew you too

Lena

and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm

Before too long, the sweet and fragrant smells of the bread and the peach pie began to float around the small apartment; pleasant, content, and though she yearned to pry open the door, Lena knew they wouldn’t be quite ready yet. Instead, her attention went to Darkeye, and the lack of a question. Brows furrowed slightly, hoping she wasn’t overstepping in her speech. “Well, they would appreciate some cream, at the very least.” Pausing, considering, her eyes went to the recipe book. “Is there anything in there about how to make that? We still have some time before we take anything out.”

that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm