Azkadellia had offered for him to go home on his own but she was glad he hadn't left her there. She was working so hard to stay brave, to remember her upbringing and the royal blood that ran through her veins. But even if she was mature as her age, she would still be off kilter and more than a little uncertain in these moments.
She peered at this and though, finding so much about his home to be interesting. It said a lot about Cain to her, especially as she settled into an arm chair. Tilting her head back, staring up at the rainbow ceiling.
For a moment she felt peace, losing herself in that swirling beauty, in not being alone. She had so much fear of being abandoned and alone that being here and not out there in that empty town, was the first moment she'd had that maybe something would work out for the better. She could only hope. If for nothing else but Cain's sake.
She broke from her thoughts, looking at him. "You bake," she asked, smiling at that. "A sandwich is fine. I shouldn't probably eat," she said, trying to remember the last time she had. "Is there anything I can help with?"
[Greenhouse -> Cain's place]
She peered at this and though, finding so much about his home to be interesting. It said a lot about Cain to her, especially as she settled into an arm chair. Tilting her head back, staring up at the rainbow ceiling.
For a moment she felt peace, losing herself in that swirling beauty, in not being alone. She had so much fear of being abandoned and alone that being here and not out there in that empty town, was the first moment she'd had that maybe something would work out for the better. She could only hope. If for nothing else but Cain's sake.
She broke from her thoughts, looking at him. "You bake," she asked, smiling at that. "A sandwich is fine. I shouldn't probably eat," she said, trying to remember the last time she had. "Is there anything I can help with?"