' There’s always more to learn about pain. '
DISHONORED SENTENCE STARTERS || ACCEPTING
“ But it is something to learn, in the end, ”
ORGANIZING THE SHELVES, placing glass jars upon the wooden planes. She put herself in this position, it wasn’t any assistance he had asked for personally, or any hints of such want hadn’t been said. He had yet to kick her out of the office, nor had he showed any particular distaste whenever she began to set appliances and tools in order of size and use. Even when she labeled items that he probably knew by heart– all things that didn’t need doing.
Maybe it was a trick to ward off her own growing loneliness, another pair of ears to listen to her- not to say she was a bad listener. Farnese never had much to say about herself, nor was she comfortable confessing her prior misdeeds. Rather, more focused on the today; the weather, the rabble of the townsfolk, how he was doing, how his patients were doing.
Taking a footstool from the other side of the room, as she had shelves impossible to reach, she continued her cleaning, observing labels to put them in order. As she did so, she wondered what they were talking about previously, and what had brought the topic of such. Farnese hadn’t said much, only that she was a rather rowdy child, a half truth, a quick dismissal. Rubbing her hands free of dust, she turns to look at him.
“ I am sure we have both learned much of that, hm ? ”