My word … it’s rather chilly. And no one has put anything up. I suppose I should help out a bit … make our environment a bit more inhabitable.

I miss our past sometimes. Perhaps it’s selfish to miss the days where none of this caught up to him.

. . . It’s getting harder to find a semblance of a silver lining around here. Everyone is so nice but … at what cost ?

. . . what is with all the commotion .ᐣ

it almost reminds me of how cold our bed was. even now… it’s still so cold. can things ever be warm again ?

it’s felt chillier … i do hope i wont catch a cold or something without my shell.

( Her head nods gently, an assuring smile soon following with such words to be processed. ) As long as you’re okay, that’s what matters. Well … at least okay with this. ( A quiet correction to herself, soon moving her hands back to her lap. Not wanting to risk making the other +

I’d appreciate the company, thank you! You’re very sweet for offering.

For the sake of safety . . . sure. I don’t like the uncertainty of that guy.

Why is it every time there’s an issue the same people always popping out of the woodwork . . .

( Worry. Visible , obvious worry on her face. At least with the egg one could deny it, but her hand reached out. Gently cupping his face. Even if he wouldn’t face her, the tear was gently wiped anyhow. Hymn’s eyes sparkled with concern toward the other. Someone who had grown to feel more +

Goodness . . . it’s very weird to be fully out of my shell like this. I hope I don’t look too out of place.

( A deep exhale. As she moves rather quickly once they’re settled. Pulling the hammer out and setting it aside. Almost in a flash, she’s pulling pieces and putting them down. As large of chunks as she can muster. A golden glow peeking out more and more as she peels away. The front +

( Following happily, hymn has a bit of pep in her step. Rather enjoying that at least this time she has someone to help with this. Last time . . . not so much. Once it’s laid, she kneels down on the ground close to it. A few more little pieces falling into it as she leaned forward. ) +

( not so fast — ! she gently grabs hold of it. ) yes, let’s. i’d like to get this over with — it’s always so cold for a bit when i adjust, the longer we wait the more i dread such.

Sounds good enough to me. Let’s get this done — i think it’ll be miles easier to explain my head being out to my Sweetheart rather than a hammer being in my egg. ( A lighthearted attempt to joke. Even if it may not have been in the best taste. ) Let’s get a move on, shall we ?

That’ll work wonderfully, thank you. And … probably! This feels a bit too open, i wouldn’t want to disturb anyone if they walk in. Um … where will we go though ? ( Looking around , a slight hum as hymn tries to think. )

( An oddly long pause. Had she actually been considering that? ) I think it’ll be like … peeling it away. That way I can have most of the pieces and begin the process. So.. let’s put them all in one place. That should work.

I don’t think all that is necessary, really! It’s alright. I just may be a bit more sensitive to touch until it’s back on, but that’s not a big deal. I appreciate your help, if you get nervous … just tap out, and i’ll handle myself, okay? I know based on circumstances this is not the best +

Help would be appreciated… but i’m not exactly fragile. It just may be … brighter than you’re used to. I’m a little nervous, honestly. It’s been a long while since it’s been off of me. It’ll take adjustment.

It was just carelessness. My apologies for stressing you, dear. Luckily … this isn’t too big an issue. I can regenerate it .. It’ll just take a few days, and i’ll need to get this one off. No harm done. ( Hymn attempted to assure the other , a softer tone while speaking of a plan. This was +

( Despite the circumstances, she didn’t seem to be in much pain. Despite the ichor. What she did seem was worried. Seeing the other’s reaction, concern grew. ) Oh, dear — ! don’t worry, don’t worry — ! this is just a protective covering. i’m .. i’m okay ! ( hymn’s hand reached out. gently +

It’s fine — ( A slight stumble, believing him to come closer. She tried to prepare but with her lack of focus, the hammer was pulled a bit too far back. CRACK. it went through the egg, a new hole with more cracks. Practically fragile enough to break at any movement. Golden liquid flowing down. +

( Someone WAS there … interesting. At least her instincts didn’t fail her. A kindness remained in hymn’s voice. ) I wouldn’t say i’m much of a builder … i’m just nailing this to the wall! A little bit of decorating, i made this little banner thing myself.

( Her focus remained on her friend. Always a bit too much of a social butterfly. Still hammering away. ) Don’t worry so much, i’ve seen him do this a million times over. It’s probably memory - based at this point! I’ve got it under control.

( It was weird. Very weird, the feeling of being watched. Just barely enough for her to not be sure if it’s this realm playing a trick or not. Jan preferred to just focus on her task. Getting this up being her priority. The nerves can wait. )

( Where usual people would flinch, Jan simply looks down. A small chuckle coming from her as hymn notices who it is. ) I suppose so! I’m not too well - versed in this but .. how hard could a hammer really be to figure out ?

( The older woman is on a table. No step - ladder in sight, mostly because she didn’t think to check for one! Hymn was hanging up the project mentioned a while ago. Her wings stretched in order to balance herself better. Some gentle humming while she tapped the nails through. Jan hadn’t ever +

Oh — ! Pardon … I didn’t see you. It’s silly… but I lost something very dear to me, and i’m a bit down about it.

:(

One time Christina barked at me when I was in the office and i’m still not entirely sure how I feel toward that interaction.

fine … but don’t tell anyone. you’re the only one who gets to know. i’m making… its like a quilt, but for the wall? a decoration type thing. and i want to make it inclusive, so i want to know what colors to utilize. i feel it’ll make things more … warm. if that makes sense.

( quickly scribbling it down in a notepad. ) you’re quite the flatterer, my love… i’ll keep this in mind for this project. i do hope ill do it justice !

. . . sweetheart, that’s not ??? red ??? ( a head tilt. still adding it to her notebook anyway. )

hey, hey. you’re okay, my sweet. i’m sure no one is mad. more confused or amused than anything, hehe! it is quite an innocent mistake, and a little bit funny ….

that seems as if it would be a great color for you, blue. i’ll note that down!

noted !

no, no! i know, trust me. you’d never mean something so horrid, it was just a poor choice of words from a lack of knowledge. it… may be best if you do announce a sort of apology or something, though. you did say it to EVERYONE, and some may… misinterpret.

No, my dear … um. Here. ( Leaning in close. Whispering the true context into his ear as a hand blocks her words from escaping past. )

. . . Darling, that’s not — That does not mean what you think it means, at all.

I’ve a small question for you all — ! If you don’t mind, of course… May I know your favorite color ? I have a small project i’d like to do …

( It was horrifying. The vague description didn’t begin to describe the awful things that were recounted to Jan. Even if indirectly. Stabs, impalement, bricks … all the other horrid ways they’d die over and over. Every one of them. It was so … normal. It upset her. This is what her +

Commotion again … gosh, it makes even an old soul like myself curious !

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( Silence , as Jan sat on the sand. Near the docs, yet off of it. Gazing toward the vague orange of what little sun existed in such a place. Hymn leaned forward, one hand rested on her chest. A lack of a heartbeat. It truly reminded her of the circumstances that brought her here. She died. +

phew — ! some of them are … rather emotionally charged, and i’d prefer they stay away from all of this. i’d hate for any more feelings of guilt to come.

. . . does this mean David may see all the texts I sent when I believed he was just missing .ᐣ Oh dear . . . 💧

I must say, i know my own pick … but this is nice. Seeing children have their little disputes.

Quite the ruckus … ! And all over colors, hehe. How fun.