in your reflection

Motif snuggled against her sleepily, but Poem was awake and not ready to go back to sleep. The day was progressing, and her sister would do better on a schedule. She was trying to rouse her roughly the same time every day, and limited their naps. ”Its mid morning.” She replied easily as she led the way over to her meal. ”You’re welcome,” Poem would do whatever it took to see her sister into health and happiness. ”Not yet, I’m not really hungry though. I had a big dinner.” She wasn’t lying, and she wanted Mo to have her fill. ”Eat what you want and I’ll finish up.” Poem offered smiling, trying not to remember all the times Shaye had said those words to the pair of them or Epitaph. ”Think you’ll be up for a patrol after our meal?” She asked carefully, not wanting to push her too far but still needing to get her out of the den and in the fresh air. Exercise and oxygen.