Honeyed Pasture lavender and lemon

to say his answer disconcerts her is an understatement; though she hides it well. for things of such magnitude to spread destruction with no apparent cause is acutely worrying. she nods seriously in acceptance of his words, though at his mention of a coast—"were you there?"

and then, after a moment. "I'm sorry. I will" it is both an apology at her intrusion, and too for his current state, if truly he came from there. brine, faint, but detectable. she wonders what could be worse than the earth in upheaval.