Astrid’s wound up perched on the edge of the mattress, one leg now swinging restlessly off the edge as she leans to crane and watch Barrow work. There’s something soothing about someone working with their hands in the background of the room; building something, making something. There was always stuff to fix around the hold, keeping busy.
And even though she’s browbeaten her way in here, she feels the need to add for posterity: “Also if you do wind up needing anything later… just, y’know, holler on the crystal? That’s what friends are for.”
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Astrid’s wound up perched on the edge of the mattress, one leg now swinging restlessly off the edge as she leans to crane and watch Barrow work. There’s something soothing about someone working with their hands in the background of the room; building something, making something. There was always stuff to fix around the hold, keeping busy.
And even though she’s browbeaten her way in here, she feels the need to add for posterity: “Also if you do wind up needing anything later… just, y’know, holler on the crystal? That’s what friends are for.”