white winter hymnal [rhythm]

”Home,” she replied. ”Oh,” he said, his airy voice parting the quiet that followed hers. ”Do you want me to help you home?” he offered, very much wanting to help. She mentioned a concussion, and needing to not sleep, to which he would feel slightly puzzled at. She requested to be kept awake, which at first seemed a simple task. ”Certainly.” But when he thought about it… well, how was he to go about that? Tell a story or a joke? With someone he knew, he’d be able to easily pick out something to keep them amused and awake, but with a stranger, it was a bit more difficult. ”Ah, why don’t you tell me about yourself? If I am to keep you company for a bit, might I at least know your name?” he asked, smiling slightly. Maybe he could carry her, if she wanted, and take her to her home where she might be better cared for. Nagendra knew he wasn’t the strongest, and she looked about as big as he was, but he was sure he could try.