Alone

She was on her way out when Bas met her at the doorway. She was a bit surprised as he handed her a bite to eat and smiled warmly up at him. Her eyes crinkled in half moons as thanks. A new steady warmth filled her chest as he walked beside her and they enjoyed their meals. This was new. She went to bow her head to him as she entered the supply dens but tilted her head at him instead as he bid her enjoy her day. She blinked at him as she paused. Her absent smile while they ate broadened as she adjusted to an interesting... change.

"You... Too. Thank you." She nodded, a glimmer in her eye as she ducked into the den, barely able to see the world in front of her. Ah, yes, she was late for the delivery. They dumped it all in the center of the den, at least where she could organize it easily. She found herself smiling randomly throughout her work. In the markets, in the storerooms, in the smithy, in her painting den. Her emotions mixed and roller-coastered throughout her work.

By the time afternoon came around a part of her cheek was sore. She sighed though and shook her head. Things would change, but she knew better than to believe how much or far or fast they would change. But she couldn't help there feeling a lightness within her.

He would eventually find her in the painting den practicing her lettering to start labeling the caverns and such.

"Speech"