Masaki is currently busy cleaning off and storing the fruit that she's managed to gather while they were out. It's barely been more than a few days, but it's still nice to have something fresh in the house. There's also some wildflowers that she plucked from the field, sitting in a small cup filled with water. A splash of bright color to make the place feel more homey.
She turns to look when he calls for her--the name registering a little quicker than the days before. She recognizes the picture even quicker.
"It looks like a picture," she teases him, like that much isn't obvious. "Zephyr drew it for me, after I wrote to them. I wasn't sure what to do with it." That's a bit of a lie. She knows she's going to keep it, and considered hanging it on the fridge... But it feels wrong. There should be other pictures there, ones from her own children. Having one from a child that she's only just met feels strangely like a betrayal.
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She turns to look when he calls for her--the name registering a little quicker than the days before. She recognizes the picture even quicker.
"It looks like a picture," she teases him, like that much isn't obvious. "Zephyr drew it for me, after I wrote to them. I wasn't sure what to do with it." That's a bit of a lie. She knows she's going to keep it, and considered hanging it on the fridge... But it feels wrong. There should be other pictures there, ones from her own children. Having one from a child that she's only just met feels strangely like a betrayal.