Moonsong Glacier Pack your things, leave somehow

galana excused his agitation, assuming it was directed more so at his injury. she consistently bordered between complete social unawareness, or over analyzing everything and anything.

“there isn’t one?” she answered plainly, beginning to grow irritated with this reaction from others.

galana shouldn’t be naive to quid pro quo at this point. especially after her experiences with the winslow brothers. unfortunately, she still could not fathom the idea of someone expecting it from her!

“listen… would you like help or not? it’s not like i have much to do mister.” a surprising but well-meaning tone fell from the girl.