["Living heroes are better." "We have you for that."
She wakes up with tears in her eyes again, and she stays that way for a while. It's not... It isn't what she thought, not at all, but it's a far cry from what she wanted. It carries a sting with it once more, and it takes her a while to collect herself enough to leave her room.
When she does come out, she‘s holding a few sheets of paper in her hands, and it’ll become clear why once she reaches the dining hall. She’s setting up portraits of the deceased (except for Susan; she leaves that task to someone else) in the same spot that Susan used to put them. They aren’t drawn in the same style, but... Some things can’t be replaced. They can only be carried on by different hands.
Most of the day after that is spent in the sewing room, though she’s embroidering rather than making any kind of clothing. She seems distracted when compared to her usual manner, a fact made clear by the noise of discomfort she makes when she accidentally pricks her finger with a needle.]
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She wakes up with tears in her eyes again, and she stays that way for a while. It's not... It isn't what she thought, not at all, but it's a far cry from what she wanted. It carries a sting with it once more, and it takes her a while to collect herself enough to leave her room.
When she does come out, she‘s holding a few sheets of paper in her hands, and it’ll become clear why once she reaches the dining hall. She’s setting up portraits of the deceased (except for Susan; she leaves that task to someone else) in the same spot that Susan used to put them. They aren’t drawn in the same style, but... Some things can’t be replaced. They can only be carried on by different hands.
Most of the day after that is spent in the sewing room, though she’s embroidering rather than making any kind of clothing. She seems distracted when compared to her usual manner, a fact made clear by the noise of discomfort she makes when she accidentally pricks her finger with a needle.]
How clumsy...