Two Paths Diverged
“ Here, is ok,” Wake picks up the dropped cup and hands it back to his Vegasian companion, who nods tightly in thanks and gives one of her not-smiles. It’s the kind of smile that doesn’t reach her eyes, like a lie without words. He doesn’t comment on it, but prefers her real smiles personally. Rajah sighs, looks past the empty cup and down towards the wet tea stain now darkening the cave floor. Her motor skills had been improving a bit with daily exertion, but she still seemed to struggle at times with mundane tasks. He hates to see her this way, and can’t even imagine a life without use of his strong hands and claws. Wake pats the woman on the arm and smiles wide, “Floor has had worse stains, trust me.” The corner of her mouth turns up slightly in response, the ghost of a genuine smile. His grin widens. The Lascarian had been having a very good time with his new friend over the past month, and was reveling in her extended presence in the Hold. Of all the recent townies that...