L O S T
She stopped.
Her halt made him halt.
Still didn't look at her though, not right away.
"Yeah, Drengir. That sounds about right..."
Horrible things, Drengir. Horrible, horrible, horrible. At least the crew had died on impact. At least they hadn't been subjected to those things.
Her apology hung between them; one might argue it was hollow, empty words that couldn't do anything and served only to make the one who uttered them feel better, to ease away the discomfort they no doubt felt in hearing such.
But... Eliphas knew better. Because he knew that on some level she actually understood what he'd gone through. At least he assumed as much.
"It's... Okay, honestly. I've been working through it." Without thinking, he shifted his bags to his left hand and offered out his right to her. "Come on, why I heard there's a little park somewhere around here. Might be nice to walk through as we head back."
Was it okay?
Well he'd definitely been putting in the work to make it okay. And painting... Painting again had been oddly therapeutic. He had Iris to thank for that.