[se] the sun knew you too

Lena

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

Taking hold of the pen and paper, Lena nodded along, figuring that would probably the best deal out of the situation. She could watch and ensure the bread and pie came out at their required time, and by then, Darkeye would likely be done running errands and snagging supplies. “All right, give me a moment,” and she began writing things down – checking over the recipe to ensure she didn’t forget anything, and her own dwindled stock that needed replenishing. When it was complete, she smiled, gesturing back to the cleric. “There.”

Handing it back over to him, she shrugged her shoulders. “You don’t need to go to where we were before. There’s some stores that are a little closer, and they should have everything.”

that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm