Friends… she was almost afraid to make more friends. Every time she made a friend or more, something bad happened. She didn’t want anything bad to happen. Perhaps, she thought, it was time to cool her attitude toward people… but that just wasn’t her, was it? She was a warm and vivacious woman with a laugh that turned heads for the right reasons, a laugh that was now a rarity these days. That meant that it wasn’t in her nature to give up and act like a cold hearted person.

She smiled in spite of the thoughts swirling around in her overtired mind. Her eyes watched the pair across from her, longing in her heart to be as alright as he was. He seemed like a strong fellow. “She is doing a fine job. I’ll make sure ta wash her clothes well,” she offered dumbly, not knowing what else to say at the moment just because she had gotten caught up in her own thoughts.