“I can’t do shit about the internment zone Zeke. My father might have power but- Does it look like a marleyan like him cares?” She asked, pulling away from the desk to pace. “I can’t help but worry Zeke! I don’t- I can’t loose you like we lost doctor Grisha. I’m afraid , okay?”

|| the interaction between the Zook and Aya; oof my heart

Gods- she needs to get drunk. Anyone interested in joining her?

Is he alright? Is there anything that she can get him?

“Are you alright? You looked a bit out of it.” She gives a kind smile and gently tilts her head.

“There’s no need to hide- would you like some coffee?” She’s concerned about the armored carrier- was he always like this?

“I- alright. Rest well then, Warrior Braun.” She rubs the back of her neck and walks in the other direction. Today is not her day.

Aya is singing softly as she tends to the flowers surrounding her grandparents stones. The warrioress brushes away a few errant leaves and gives a soft sigh.