Qatrand er Yecine arrived at the small house turned workshop to find that the oppressive atmosphere from yesterday was now noticeably lighter. The door was open and the tendrils of her spirit probed carefully at the space on their way to wrap around the girl waiting inside. There was hardly a single remnant of the devastation of emotions that had filled it yesterday.
'She's been busy. I hope she didn't rush back here after I left to do all this…'
The sound of constant chewing drew her attention. Her wife sat at her workbench… one hand absently organizing leather tools while the other dipped into what appeared, for all intents and purposes, to be a *secret* hidden cabinet lined full of dense nutrient cakes. The raven haired teenager shook her head and decided not to ask, for now.
"You cleaned all of it up already?"
The brunette nodded and swallowed her current bite.
