[se] the sun knew you too

Lena

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

Adding water to the vase, and arranging the flowers neatly along the windowsill, Lena could only shake her head, offer a light laugh. “I’m afraid I’m far too busy for that. I’ll let someone else have the title.” Replicating her sister’s favored dish had been the only motive behind the movements anyway, and assisting another in their task was routine, like any other day.

Glad to hear of Darkeye’s success, her smile radiated amidst the tiny room. “Do you want help unpacking them?” Watching and waiting for acceptance, her eyes went to the cream, nodding along, content that Frey would acknowledge the man’s efforts with the arrangement.

that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm