tagging | @ryderxaeron
Kaya had been something of a busy bee, finding herself with a strange rush of adrenaline, and the need to do something in Olympus. The storm happened, and clearly something had changed. Maybe it was her; she still loved the town with all her heart, because this was home in the best and worst of ways, and there was no denying it. The anger and resentment she had harboured was starting to leave her, and it left with this emptiness, a need to help somehow.
So she had busied herself with the one thing she did best; cooking. She was bringing down a batch of hot meals down, meaning to drive around town herself to distribute them, when she spotted Ryder’s truck. “Oh good, there you are! Won’t you be a dear and help me out with this? I do need a set of wheels and free hands to drive said wheels around. Oh, thank you so much!”