May 17, 2020
Surviving the attack was one thing, living after it was another. There was something still unsettled in her, something she hadn’t even mentioned to Matty. Perhaps she was too worried about giving it weight when she vocalized it, or maybe she just needed to protect him from it too. Regardless, she finally snapped from her thoughts as she stepped back into the porch. There is a wind-chime in her hand, one she’s just finished re-purposing, a pointed distraction. “Matty.” She calls through the open windows. “Come help me with this.” After all, she knows she’ll have to climb half the porch to do it on her own. @sacrilvgious