@watcherofthecrypts
The axe bestowed upon her was pitiful. While it might be useful as far as blunt force went, she preferred the sharpened edge of steel. She understood that this place wasn’t like her home, or the entity’s realm. She couldn’t get away with indiscriminate murder, but she didn’t like the feeling of vulnerability she was experiencing without her typical weapons.
There were others here, she noticed, that did have steel weapons. Swords, and even guns -- although they were so unlike the guns she had seen the soldiers carrying before. If any of these people chose to attack her for any reason, she would be at their mercy. It was an unpleasant feeling; was this perhaps how the survivors felt in the entity’s realm? Unprotected and exposed?
The only way she could imagine would abate this feeling was figuring out how to make the wooden axe a better weapon. Yes, surely this would ease her anxieties. She had spent many years sharpening her steel tools; she doubted it was the same process to sharpen wood. While she was normally steadfast in her decision making, a part of her was worried that simply carving the axe a sharper blade point might damage it and she wouldn’t be able to get another.
Anna was perched on a rock -- a sharp knife in one hand, her new axe in another -- and found herself simply staring at the objects, too frightened to start the job.