Looking at the Night Sky
Closed with @tangleweave. Continued from This.
“I’d like that. To be friends that is.” Though fear creeped at the edges of her thoughts.
What if others began to suspect her for getting close to the leadership? What if she was seen as trying to steal some spot that others with more history than seventeen weeks of near self imposed isolation? What if she was only playing at not remembering anything to gain sympathy so she could assassinate some unknown target?
She shook her head a little, trying to banish the encroaching negativity so that she could hold a civil conversation with Groot. A tired and lonely smile spread over her lips as she forced back the tears from her eyes. His offers were more than enough and she would tell him so with her own trinkets in time. Something to pay the kindness back if she was unable to pay it forward.
“I’m sorry I don’t have more room to make you comfortable.” She looked back over her shoulder at the just under modest little cove that she had made her own.
A mass of clean, but well beyond saving scraps of cloth had been stuffed into as much of a corner as the semi rounded walls would allow acted as her bed. A large left over crate had been turned into the only surface that she dared use as a table. Another pair of smaller crates that became a sort of stool seat and padded with tarps. She had one crate for her clothes. The weapons she had come with, though never used or carried, were maintained and hung on the wall by a few hooks. The sole warm light came from a pair of lanterns she had found lying around and lit by some type of harmless but glowing ore that she managed to scrape up. The previous flowers were tied with a strip of leather in a bundle suspended on the wall above the table.
It wasn’t much, but it was as close to a safe haven as she could have made for herself without being anymore of a burden than she had been before waking up.
“You’re welcome to a seat, though I am well and truly unprepared for company.” It was as much of a dig at herself as it was fact. At least her clothes were not scattered as they had been on wash day.