Hey sister

When Emile cowered and turned his scarred eye away from her, she took a step back. She didn't run off though, it wasn't like Emile could run her off so easily at least. She had been stored up on the castle walls for far too long, but she wasn't so easily brushed away. She hadn't seen his scar from on top of her perch in passing and she knew better than to ask. It was just simply rude to. If he spoke out, she would be there for him whether they knew each other well or not.

She didn't judge him for the way he spoke, she had heard it second hand though it was hard to sit here and focus on him because of it. She took a seat as he questioned, gesturing to the meadowsweet he was harvesting. "I was just interested in what you were doing." And she was, if only trying to find a social connection with him. "Gwynevere has taught me a couple things about herbs but I don't know much myself."

"Serenity"