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Ren

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a character in “Detached Strings”, as played by Neon.lynxie

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Personality

Name: Regan

Nickname:Ren

Age: Seven Teen

Role:Assassin

Partner:N/A

Inhuman Abilities: Advanced Skills: Shadow Bending-
Shadow benders have many powers that grow and manifest based on their skill, their understanding of the darkness within them, and on how well they can control their own fear. In fact, they are quite weak in their first weeks of their new power, but it will grow, and the strongest may even become the most fearsome of people.Their eyes are usually what give them away, most have eyes that are unique and very charming.
Shadow bending style is a mixed version of Lama pai and ninjustsu combat style. Ren is able to bend the shadows and remove them from the objects that are producing them, by infusing small bits of dark energy into the shadow. He is also able to create darkness using energy and with dark thoughts. This is somewhat more useful, as he can create darkness where there is none. However, it is more limited then drawing darkness from around him, as the energy is not unlimited, and they can easily tax themselves.
By using energy within himself, he is able to bend shadows into minions. This minion cannot be out in the sunlight. However, firelight will not kill them, and artificial light does not harm them. However, fire hurts them more than any other element. They do not have lives of their own and are controlled by the will of the user. The user must be in meditation in order for the minion to exist and even then it can’t last very long as it produces larges amount of stress on the users body and demands a lot of energy. Shadow benders can absorb the dark thoughts inside someone’s head, but they must be placing any part of their hand onto the forehead of the victim. It takes a lot of energy, and takes a bit to start working. This ability depends largely on the thoughts and soul of the victim. The darker the thoughts to be found, the more power this ability has. It can do as little as give the victim a bit of a headache, and as much as cause unconsciousness. These effects only last for a short while.

Empathy-Ability to read or sense the emotions and/or control the emotions or feelings of others. This is a very complex thing that Ren barley notices he has, its basically where the boy is able t feel what the other persons feeling-making it easier to read them and find their weaknesses.

Weapons:*He is very skilled with his body and usually uses it * He learns how to use weapons easily and is very good with bows and arrows

Personality: He's pretty shy, but once out of his shell he's real outgoing. Because of his reserved nature, he keeps to himself, and never has much to say, but when he does he can be very blunt with his comments and can be very energetic once out of his shell. He seems to think little of himself and lets people use him easily without noticing it. Most would say Ren is like a child, his mood switches at any moment, & he can be a little clingy to his tamer.Usually Ren keeps to himself because his power is so dark and it is easy to lose control and end up harming the people he dose not want to. The scientist began noticing a split personality thing going on with him when they continued to experimenting on him, Before the experiment Ren was a sweet loving boy who was always happy and smiling. Once he was taken and under went the experimenting he began to have a dark side and is easily angered. He is mostly in his sweet side around the ones her is close with--being the other experiments *assassins and tamers* But once he is in battle mood he is one of the first to kill and takes him a while to get fully under control. He loves to see the differences of the faces when people see him at first--all the way to how scared they are that an innocent looking boy took them down


Theme Song:
Nu’Est- I’m Sorry
Anything Else?not as of now

So begins...

Ren's Story

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Character Portrait: Ember Character Portrait: Sebastian Marx Character Portrait: Luka Character Portrait: Ren Character Portrait: Vivian
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Ren
Ren sat on chair Indian style that he had placed up against the window of his room in the wear house allowing him to read a book with light coming from the sun, rather than turning on his light and bugging the rest of the people in the house. The boy faintly reading out lines from his book ’Pride and Prejudice’, that he had rented one day while he wandered around the town. He had barely enough money to buy it at an old book store that was hidden away from the rest of the world. The owner, named Catharine was an old lady who love books and allowed Ren to put a dollar down for the book. Why so cheap? Ren hadn’t the faintest idea of why she was being so generous. When the blonde had asked the lady she replied with a ‘ You look like a sweet boy who would enjoy it very much. Also you remind me of my son.’ Now, whenever he gets the chance he would try to run by the book store and read more books.—That is if he could manage to get away from the others without raising curiosity. He wasn’t able to go out lately, and hoped nothing happened to the little book shop that he enjoyed. Sometimes, Catharine would make him treats when he was there, and the two would chat over tea. She felt like a mother to Ren and he enjoyed getting some peace away from the others. Although, in Ren’s mind, he felt like he was keeping a huge secret from Luka.

With a loud sigh he set his book in his lap and pouted will playing with the hem of his shirt. He was sure that the rest of the group would be waking up pretty soon, there for it was best if he had begun to get ready and get something to eat. He hated when his mind wandered and got side tracked, especially while he was reading. He always found ways to wander back to when he was being tested on and it always made him freak out and seek out attention from Luka. There was a soft giggle as the blonde thought about the older boy, He sure did feel bad for Luka because of how childlike he could be. With a yawn the boy tossed his book on the bed and walked to where his cloths were folded into a tiny drawer. He didn’t have to many, just enough to last him a while, he had cloths for around the house and ones for ’play’. The blonde quickly slipped on a new clean shirt and some jean capris before running his fragile fingers throughout his hair to calm it. His shoulder length blonde hair stuck up in many directions, making Ren growl before putting it up into a bun to keep it out of his way.

He could sense the emotions of a few people around him that were awake and wandering around the warehouse, he wondered if Luka was up. With a smile he skipped out of his door and ran into Vivian who’s room was next to his. “Oh! Noona!~” He cooed pinching the older girls cheeks while she had a tooth brush dangling out of her mouth .“Yah Regan! What are you doing up? Have you ate?” She asked with a stern look, Ren shook his head before walking off with her yelling after him to go eat so he can be strong and healthy. Regan and Vivian had met when they were in the labs being tested on and became very close, and he allowed her to call him by his full name, Regan. Only Luka and Vi had the ability to call him it, and if anyone else tried, Ren would gladly gauge out their eyes. Since the two are and were treated the same they grew a brother and sister like bond-People mistakes the two as weak because of the way they look, but in fact the two are very strong.
Ren walked passed Sebastian Marx with a slight bow and mumbling a ‘good morning.’ Ren continued on his way to the kitchen where he could sense Luka’s presence. The blonde peaked around the corner so he could see whomever was in the kitchen without being seen himself. He could see Luka standing in the kitchen looking for something to eat, and Ember whose back was facing him.
“LUKA!” The childlike boy yelled running into the kitchen and jumping on the boy, but careful enough not to knock him over. He smiled at Ember, “Everyone seems to be up early.” He stated with a simple smile as he walked to some cabinets and began rummaging through them.



Vivian

Vivian had awoken from her peaceful slumber with a loud yawn, usually the blonde girl slept in, but for some reason she didn’t want to sleep anymore. She was happy to get a good night’s rest without nightmares or memories to wake her up. She had noticed since the whole group left after their last massacre most of the people where having nightmares about something that revolved around the deaths of her fellow assassins and tamers. It worried her slightly and made her protective guard go up even more and she had begun thinking of ways to help protect everyone. For the past few days she has been trying to find big boulders of large things she could move with her powers to make a wall around the warehouse for protection.
The girls mind wandered as she rummaged through her cloths that were thrown into a drawer she had managed to find and fix up. Her cloths were simple outfits, mainly jeans and tee shirts, and nothing fancy. Everyone knew they were on tight budget and no one could afford brand named cloths—not that she minded at all. She quickly pulled out some shorts and a tee shirt before grabbing her come she bought and ran it throughout her blond hair before tying it up and braiding it so it stayed out of her face. She continued to make herself presentable and ventured out of her room with her tooth brush dangling out of her mouth. She was going to go look for Sebastian Marx and see how he was doing and what he was going to do for the rest of the day. Her main priority was to build up the trust and bond between her and Marx. She smiled as she ran into Ren who somewhat had a matching outfit as her. The blonde boy was like a little brother for her and she treated him like one. She managed to nag the younger boy about him getting something to eat before he ran off giggling. With a smile she continued to brush her teeth before she finished and put away her things and made her way down the hall looking for Seb. Within a minuet she spotted the man who looked lost in thought.
“Yah, did you eat something for breakfast? Also did you sleep good?” She asked walking up to him with a smile hoping she wasn’t bugging him with all her questions. She only wanted to make sure he was okay and to let him know that she cared for him and wanted him healthy and absolutely happy.

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Character Portrait: Emilia Rae Marlen Character Portrait: Sebastian Marx Character Portrait: Luka Character Portrait: Ren Character Portrait: Vivian
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Emilia Rae Marlen


The days had grown longer and longer, it was impossible to relax. Emilia's energy was spent, she lay eyes open beside her bed, having passed out before she ever got to it. Next to her were various canned food items, along with boxed food, that were sprawled all over the floor as if having been dropped. She blinked twice and looked at all of the food in front of her. That's right. She thought to herself. She had been out for the night getting food for everyone like she had been. She didn't want to let the others risk doing so, and she was one of the few that could hide during the daytime and the nighttime, being able to manipulate light and darkness to hide herself. While she was determined to do it to keep everyone fed, she also hated leaving Devan, she didn't want anything to happen to him, the only comfort she had in her mind when she was gone was that he was around the others. Emilia would usually always steal from houses - houses with money. She felt bad stealing from the poor, she felt bad stealing from the rich too as they worked so hard, but she had to chose. She often apologized in silence as she left he houses - guilt ridden.

Because she always went out at night, and went so far from their area, there were times she didn't even sleep, and tonight she probably got two hours of sleep before she heard the rustle of the others. Emilia rolled on her side, moaning slightly. She felt bad that he hadn't put the food in it's proper place, just like she felt bad she's been stealing. She looked in front of her to find what was a nice leather journal, with journal in gold letters. There were also pockets, within the journal like a binder. It wasn't written in, and Emilia had actually bought it with spare money she had made. Her money never lasted, it was never much either, especially since she would always buy little things to try and make the others happy. She picked up the journal and pushed herself off of the floor, she looked like she hadn't seen sleep in days. She had bags under her eyes, which stood out on her extremely pale skin. Emilia was still in her clothes from the day before, a white shirt with ruffles, white shorts, and white shoes. She was a tiny ball of whiteness. This especially rang true because of her white hair and I've never been in the daylight before pale skin. The only non white thing were her deep brown eyes.

She rubbed her eyes a bit, and peeked in on Devan, usually she would sneak in there after he slept. She was always worried someone would come after him, so she often just slept there when she could help it, on the floor. This left her sore most mornings. She was never sure whether he knew, she hoped not. He wouldn't be fond of it at all. Devan's nature, while quite petrifying, had been something she had gotten used to over time - to an extent. She was always determined to find the inner Devan, either way she was really protective of him and would always be there for him no matter what happened. Emilia knew there was good in everyone, what person didn't have a good side? She was told sometimes, she sees things that weren't there, that was often something that bothered her. There was something good about everyone.

Emilia passed several rooms and made her way to the kitchen - without the items she got from the night before. She hoped no one would see her room before she got back to it. In the kitchen she saw Luka, Ember, Marx, Ren, and Vivian. "Good morning." she said cheerfully, smiling. Though inside, she wasn't very calm or content. She walked groggily towards Marx, "I got you something, I hope it will be of use to you." she handed him the journal. He wrote a lot - she never read anything or tried to but she knew he did. She hoped the more durable book would be of use. Marx wasn't really easy to understand, she'd wondered about him for a while now, he was quite distant and non sociable. But that was okay. As she lay her eyes upon Ember, she smiled. Ember while never seeming friendly - nor while never seeming to want anything to do with anyone, had this other side to her, that she had seen all but once. It seemed to be a side directed towards her assassin. When she heard the talk of food however her heart sank, Ren was looking for food and Vivian was asking about breakfast. Emilia flushed a bright red, "If you're hungry, I did get some food." she made an awkward face then as she thought about everything all over the floor. Vivian, was someone that she liked a lot, she was different from most of the people here, not that she was biased however, she considered everyone family. However, she was most protective of Devan...that was for sure. But she would never, leave anyone behind, or let anything happen to them. She saw Luka in the kitchen as well, whom she liked a lot, while Ren - was really reserved and shy and acted like a kid sometime and despite what he was capable of she thought him precious and she liked him much like Luka.

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Character Portrait: Emilia Rae Marlen Character Portrait: Ember Character Portrait: Arden Character Portrait: Luka Character Portrait: Splinter Character Portrait: Ren
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Arden


It wasn’t the light that woke him up. It wasn’t the dream either – no, the dream in itself had been unusually pleasant, although Arden could no longer remember what it was about. Why? Well, the steady clomping of shoes in the hallway had invaded the dream and killed it from the inside out. “No
 what happens next?” the boy groaned, burying his head into his arms. He closed his eyes tighter as if that would call back the comforting blanket of slumber
 it was no good. He was awake. It was one of those times when Arden cursed his light sleeping habits. It was actually a miracle in itself that he’d managed to out-sleep the others that day.

Hesitantly, he pulled his arms away and slowly blinked open his eyes. He was greeted with a blur of drab colors, mostly shades of grey or dull brown. After a few hazy moments, his vision began to clear. He saw the dim light of the outside world weakly brighten his room
 and he focused. Control it. Control it.. However, his concentration changed very little. “Gah
” Arden winced as a pang of pain shot through his head, bringing with it an influx of unnecessary information. Concrete used is unusually porous. Can hold 15% of its weight in water. Components used include
 
 Level of wood decay
 
 0.0043 points a year. Glass density is
 Sunrise for


Immediately he shut his eyes and for a moment, all thoughts escaped him. Eventually, the only line that made it through the haze of his mind was, ‘It didn’t work
’ Pressing his hands to his temples, he sat hunched over on the bed, gritting his teeth as he waited for the pain to subside. Every morning was a similar routine. Perhaps one of these days he’d wake up and find that he could control it, that power of his, but it was probably a stupid hope. “Well that woke me up,” he mumbled, shifting to feel blindly for his make-shift end table. Where were his goggles?

A sharp clatter from below told him where.

However, as he reached down to the floor to locate it, his forehead made a rather painful collision. “Ow!” Arden exclaimed, louder than he intended, before stumbling away to nurse his newfound injury. That felt like the corner of the previously mentioned make-shift end table
 and it was definitely going to bruise. Miffed, the boy decided to open his eyes just for a moment, just to find the accursed pink item by his feet. Quickly snatching it up, he pressed the shape to his face and stretched the elastic back around and over his head. The thick white band was a contrast to his light-brown hair. Slowly, warily, he opened his eyes.

Those goggles gave ‘rose-tinted glasses’ a new meaning
 Everything was shaded in a dark pink and slightly blurred. This was the sight he was used to – sometimes he couldn’t even remember what it felt like to see things clearly. When it came to reading or writing, he usually asked Splinter
 or rather, Sasha to help him with it – never anyone else. It was bad enough that he showed them how clumsy he was, which he blamed on the goggles
 He didn’t need to prove himself illiterate on top of that, especially when he wasn’t. “I hate this power,” he sighed, palm still pressed over the aching spot on his forehead. Speaking, or rather, thinking of which, was Sasha already up? Most likely. It wasn’t just once or twice that she’d mentioned birds by her window
 and birds always had this irrational idea about singing at the crack of dawn, the crazy things. Well, at least there wasn’t an owl – one of those would have kept him up all night with its hooting.

After just a moment longer, he decided to go check who else was up. Judging from the sound of the footsteps, it seemed that more than just one person had wandered to the room they called the kitchen. His room was one of the first in the hallway, so everyone else walked by it when they tried to grab a bite. So his trip to the kitchen was short. Peering in, he saw several of the others – more than he was expecting to be up at sunrise. “Is Sasha here?” Arden asked as he entered. “Oh and also,” he swept his hair out of his face, exposing where he assumed his injury to be, “
 is there a bruise?”

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Character Portrait: Alex De'veres Character Portrait: Emilia Rae Marlen Character Portrait: Ember Character Portrait: Sebastian Marx Character Portrait: Lindsey Monsowa Character Portrait: Arden
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Terelle

The golden haired and golden eyed girl yawned and stretched. Once again the nightmares kept her awake most of the night. Waking up on the rooftop was becoming almost a habit. One she wasn't exactly happy to keep. She yawned once more and looked out at the sky. The sun was just coming up over the horizon and the world began to heat up. She figured she had spent enough time on the rooftop for the day and decided to head inside. She spotted Ember as she entered the house. The girl thought it was strange that she would be out so early in the morning, but she didn't question it. Everyone had their reasons for doing things. Who was to say Terelle couldn't sleep on the rooftop. Well common sense told her that, but she couldn't help it. Being out on the rooftop in the middle of the night, staring up at the stars, helped her sleep. Or at least to shake the after affects of the nightmares.

They always made her feel either paranoid or sick to her stomach. Sometimes, they were almost like visions. Things that would come true. She dreamed that the hunters would coming for them. She thought she was just paranoid so she didn't share it. She knew better than to do that again. If she got the same feeling as she did, she shared it with the others. Well... only one other really. Alex. Now that thought about it. She got that feeling last night... something about a blonde..

She climbed down off the roof and snuck into the room where she was staying. Alex's door was next door and she contemplated waking him up. After a moment of thought, she jumped onto her bedding and crawled under her covers. She was not about to wake up her partner. She might have her moments of insanity where she did dumb things, like taunt Sebastian, but she didn't have a death wish and her partner was in no way morning person. Well, at least he wasn't in the respect that he didn't like to be woken up by people. She knew she didn't. The wind blew through her window causing her to shiver. Being a being of heat, cold things like wind were definitely uncomfortable to her. Her blankets were too thin to completely shield her from the cold.

The sun was farther up in the sky now and she was wide awake. Her hair was a knotted mess from sleeping on the tiles of the rooftop, but she was too lazy to brush it out. It would look more like she tossed and turned in her bed instead of sleeping on the rooftops. She sighed, climbed off her bed, and headed out towards the kitchen. She wasn't hungry, but she knew some of the others were already awake and out there. Might as well greet them. Or play a few tricks on them. Either one worked for her. Though, like I said before, she doesn't have a death wish. She padded down the hall, making shuffling sounds with her feet to give the illusion of being half-asleep. It didn't take much to give that illusion though. Her eyes were red with lack of sleep, her hair was matted, there were dark circles under her eyes and her skin was pale as snow.

Something sizzled in the back of her mind. It was that same feeling she got whenever her nightmares were more like visions than fictional images. The bigger question was... where was Alex? Last night she had dreamed of a blonde girl, in her birthday suit of all things, asleep on the bed... no not asleep. Dead. Alex was at it again. Things grew dark then. Dark and tinted red. Almost like a decent into insanity. Damnit! she thought as she raced towards the door. She was still in her "sleeping clothes" which was really just a pair of sweat pants and a tank top, but she didn't care at the moment. Alex needed her right now. So bad she could feel it in the pit of her stomach. "Morning!" she called as she ran by everyone in the kitchen. Hopefully they would know what was going on. Or at least come up with an excuse for her. She didn't quite know where she was going so she followed her instincts. She found herself outside a cute little house. She used her ability to click the lock open and and raced inside, not caring who saw her enter or leave as long as they didn't see Alex when they left. She closed and locked the door behind her with her ability while she followed her instincts into the room where she sensed Alex.

He was on the floor, when she arrived, doubled over in laughter. The sound was not a happy joyful one. It was one of madness. "Alex?" she said as she kneeled down beside him. It was too late though, he was gone, unreachable with words. There were claw marks in the floor. Or at least, that's what they looked like. She knew better though. She focused her heat into the palm of her right hand and pressed it to the back of his neck. "You will be calm... or I will kick your ass."

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Character Portrait: Alex De'veres Character Portrait: Sebastian Marx Character Portrait: Lindsey Monsowa Character Portrait: Arden Character Portrait: Luka Character Portrait: Splinter
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A small ring of smoke escaped her lips, leaving behind a fog for her vision. When it cleared, Sergio was making his way up to the door with groceries from the store he worked at, she noticed him eyeing her cigarette. She knew he smoked as well, or at least he had at the bar. Noticing the head phones as well, she didn't bother saying anything, neither did he. But the look was enough, and when he made his way inside, Sasha finished up her smoke and put it out in the wall behind her, letting the butt drop in the grass below. Yeah, it was littering, but the place was such a dump already. What would one butt matter? Fanning her hand in front of her face, she tried to get a bit of the cigarette stink off of her before moving back inside. Once in, she found the nearest bathroom and washed her hands and rinsed out her mouth. It didn't fix the smell, but it diluted it down to a dull fragrance. Which to her, was good enough. After all, there was no real way to rid herself of the smell completely.

Turning out of the bathroom, she then made for the kitchen. Groceries meant one thing, Sergio was going to be cooking soon. Sasha always felt bad simply watching Sergio cook, or even eating what he did make, it was as if she were mooching off of what he did. Her money didn't bring the food in, it went towards light and water. His went into the food, and his effort into making it. In all rights, it was his. What right was hers to take it? In this way, she always made at least an offer to help him with it, even though sometimes he preferred to just be alone when he cooked, as if it were a sort of 'me time' for him. Nevertheless, she offered. As she was about to now.
A small ring of smoke escaped her lips, leaving behind a fog for her vision. When it cleared, Sergio was making his way up to the door with groceries from the store he worked at, she noticed him eyeing her cigarette. She knew he smoked as well, or at least he had at the bar. Noticing the head phones as well, she didn't bother saying anything, neither did he. But the look was enough, and when he made his way inside, Sasha finished up her smoke and put it out in the wall behind her, letting the butt drop in the grass below. Yeah, it was littering, but the place was such a dump already. What would one butt matter? Fanning her hand in front of her face, she tried to get a bit of the cigarette stink off of her before moving back inside. Once in, she found the nearest bathroom and washed her hands and rinsed out her mouth. It didn't fix the smell, but it diluted it down to a dull fragrance. Which to her, was good enough. After all, there was no real way to rid herself of the smell completely.

Turning out of the bathroom, she then made for the kitchen. Groceries meant one thing, Sergio was going to be cooking soon. Sasha always felt bad simply watching Sergio cook, or even eating what he did make, it was as if she were mooching off of what he did. Her money didn't bring the food in, it went towards light and water. His went into the food, and his effort into making it. In all rights, it was his. What right was hers to take it? In this way, she always made at least an offer to help him with it, even though sometimes he preferred to just be alone when he cooked, as if it were a sort of 'me time' for him. Nevertheless, she offered. As she was about to now.

Re-passing the front door, she saw Marx sitting in one of the front rooms writing, looking more chipper than normal. Which for Marx, still wasn’t very chipper. She pushed the door open a little more, enough to peak her head in. Letting out a little cough to let him know she was there before all out talking, she gave him a chance to cover whatever he didn’t want seen before she got too close. Whatever he was writing, she was sure it wasn’t her business.
”Hey Marx? Breakfast should be ready soon. I mean, you can keep doing whatever you want, but Im just warning you there might not be anything left if you wait too long.” she let out a small laugh and shook her long, black hair with one hand. She noticed the imprint under his eyes, the ones people always get when you don’t sleep well. She felt something with it, she wasn’t sure what. Not sorry for him, probably not even quite concerned, but it was still something. After everything they had all gone through together, it was hard to be completely cold hearted to everyone as some of the people tried to be.
She caught herself starring, she had zoned out a bit looking at the imprints under his eyes. It had only been seconds, but she still felt as if she had overstepped her welcome on his private time and hastily added a
”Just letting you know, Ill save you a plate.” and quietly closed the door behind her, not giving him a chance to reply. She didn’t think he would, anyway.

Heading back towards the kitchen, she peaked in to see that this was the central hub where everyone had been hiding. Sergio was indeed trying to make breakfast, Alex was near him trying to talk to him, Ren, Emilia, Luka, Lindsey, Arden were all there as well. Busy kitchen.
”Need a hand, Sergio? I feel like with so many people to feed, it’s not fair to make you buy it all and then turn right around and cook it all.”
She laughed, flashing a smile his way denoting that she did, really, want to help.
”And just in case you were worried, I did try my best to wash the filth off my hands already.”
Another small laugh, then a turn to Arden.
“And good morning, Sunshine, how are we?”