Sah
Sah instantly noticed that something was wrong. But Maeve seems to want to focus on baking for the moment, so he doesn't pry. He figured she'd tell him if when wanted to. Perhaps it was just her thinking about Locke.
Regardless Sah chose to latch onto her offered conversation topic. He moved to join her at the counter and began to mix the ingredients together into a dough as he spoke. "They're doing well. I think they're still getting used to actually feeling the cold. Took me a while too honestly." Suddenly missing all of your fur was disarming to say the least.
"How is Edmund?" He'd never met Maeve's son be he pictured a small and oddly eloquent child when she talked about him.
Regardless Sah chose to latch onto her offered conversation topic. He moved to join her at the counter and began to mix the ingredients together into a dough as he spoke. "They're doing well. I think they're still getting used to actually feeling the cold. Took me a while too honestly." Suddenly missing all of your fur was disarming to say the least.
"How is Edmund?" He'd never met Maeve's son be he pictured a small and oddly eloquent child when she talked about him.
I think there for I am,
But what if all I do is bleed?
But what if all I do is bleed?
