[se] the best that we can

Sohalia

Mittens sputtered and hissed, earning a raised brow from Soh. Tarak studiously ignored the snowball, instead focusing on pouncing on a few bits of paper that blew in the breeze. Once he'd captured them, he trotted proudly over to Soh with the bits in his beak, dropping them at her feet before scampering away to snare more of the debris. Soh gathered up Tarak's gifts and placed them in a nearby bin, then looked around. Their efforts had paid off; the area was considerably cleaner than it was when Soh had begun.

"Of course," said Soh. "After the animals is perfect. Do you need any help?" Anything to get out of more paperwork and worrying. Besides, she'd always liked the Celestine, and Lena was a dear friend. Spending time caring for the animals alongside her would be time well spent, indeed.

these aching memories still dance around me