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ᴋᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴀʀsʜ ([personal profile] castitas) wrote in [community profile] singillatim 2023-10-06 02:39 am (UTC)

[ Another successful trade, and there's a small smile as she turns to step off the porch with a small, thin, brightly coloured box in her gloved hands. She'd traded a bottle for the colouring pencils, and better yet — as she pauses to examine them — all the contents seem to be intact. Not that she would have minded had one been missing. For all there is little the smile about in this place, this certainly does give her some small spark of joy. She... misses drawing; the things she really wants to draw. Her art... got a bit dark for a while. Some days it still remains dark, but not all the time. ]

Lieutenant—! [ The small smile shifts into something far more brighter as she looks up from the box at the familiar voice. She's... really glad to see him. It feels like a blessing, truly. Today is a good day. She picks up the lead, pulling the sled behind her as she moves towards him. Her eyebrows raise at the question and she turns her head to look down at her sled for a moment before making a soft sound. Ah. ]

Um. Well, trading, specifically.

[ Carefully slipping the box of pencils into the sled with the rest of its contents: canned food mostly, and few miscellaneous pieces she'd traded for herself, in amongst what she's trading. She moves to grab a bottle holding it out for him to take. A clear glass bottle, reused from its original purpose — she'd cleaned and sterilised a good amount of bottles and jars, whatever she could get her hands on. Inside, a pale orange-red translucent liquid. ]

It's Rosehip syrup. I made it myself. Rosehip's got a lot of Vitamin C, and granted we're a little short of fresh fruit and veggies — I figure it would help. [ There's a brief pause as she considers. She's... never actually been able to properly thank him for... well. The whole... standing on the ledge of the Basin thing. She... still feels so ridiculous for the whole thing, and terrible for putting him through it. Even just the thought of it makes her cringe a little, a hot flash of shame from the pit of her stomach. ]

Actually... I'd like you to keep that. I don't need anything back for it. Consider it a 'thank you'.

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