Arrow Lake we are the ones who will never be broken

She couldn’t suppress the chuckle of amusement from his words—yes, she was familiar with soldiers and she wouldn’t argue against the validity of his point. Usually, though, she was simply content with the company of anyone amicable enough—for it never lasted.

She slid away from his side then, dipping back to the small patch of marigolds as she began to make another poultice. As she continued to make the paste, she glanced up, giving him a small smile, returning a more serious sentiment. “I’m not an expert on friendship or anything, since I don’t think I’ve known anyone to stick around for longer than a year, but… I don’t think it’s supposed to be brain stumper. Friendship should be… easy.”

With that, she scooped up the last of her poultice, returning to his side and giving him a gentle nudge to have him lift his cheek up while she tended to the wounds along his face, hoping these would somehow scar less on him.

That maybe, somehow, she could fix at least one thing for someone.