closed: @scfiafm location: Elliott’s place, after the vigil
Elliott had never been good at comforting people, but in such a young town, he found himself in a position of wanting to be protective of the younger citizens he’d befriended. Collecting them like owlets under his wings he wondered if he was trying to make up for not being there for his siblings like he should’ve been. But that was a later thought, right now, he popped open the oven, intent on feeding Sofia as she came over to get out and away from the bad vibes. “So, it’s... Well it’s probably not good, and it doesn’t look pretty either, but we may have gotten lucky and it might taste like it should.” He warned her, placing the banana bread on the stove top to cool for a moment before serving her a slice.