Lenore let out a low moan, her elbow throbbed, as did her hip and ankle on her left side.
“Lenore!”
Looking up she gave a weak smile as Corvo hurried over to her lifted her up from the ground and found a cluttered-free chair for her to sit on.
“What are you doing here?” He asked setting her down carefully.
Lenore faintly blushed at his question and let her pale golden hair fall around her face to hide it. She was thankful she had decided to keep her hair down instead of pulled up atop her head as per usual. “Oh, well you see... You did not come back last night and I did not think you had supper, nor breakfast. So I brought some bread and cheese, a few apples as well.”
Slowly she peeked up at Corvo with her bright blue eyes, wondering if she would see either joy, of having someone who cared for his well-being, or only the worry and concern of any possible injuries. Lenore prayed he wouldn't be angry at her intrusion so early because she wanted to make sure he was alright.
“And milk. Corvo, why is part of your darling face covered in ink?” She asked politely while gently taking Corvo's chin with her long, slender fingers and turning his face to the side. She shook her head slightly and sighed.
At that moment Goldie got up from her bed-pillow, feeling forgotten no doubt, and sat beside Corvo, nudging her cold, wet nose against his hand.
Alisa walked through the tunnels that belonged to Gehenna, the city underneath the great City of Eden. She passed by Gehenna's citizens without a single one of them even glancing her way. No one really spoke to her unless they needed a machine to be repaired. But sometimes...
Just sometimes the children in Gehenna would ask if she would play with them, and she would say yes. Alisa knew it made the children happy when she said yes and played with them. Most of the parents, of whom some of the children belonged to, were no longer a part of this world. Either cast out in to the wastelands by a man Lazarus Heyward, or their parents were dead. In any case, the adults once were here for these children, are gone.
But today, Alisa would not be allowed to play. This morning when Alisa and 'woken up', she had found her pet bunny had died. Alisa felt 'sad'. The bunny was a gift from Mister Corvo's friend Lenore. Alisa does not know how Mister Corvo explained Alisa to his friend, but it did not matter. All that mattered was the bunny Alisa had named Fluffy, was gone like the parents of the children Alisa played with sometimes.
So Alisa made her way through Gehenna's tunnels cradling the bunny, who no longer lived in her arms, to Mister Blackmore's workshop and home. Alisa walked up to the door and realized she could not knock on Mister Blackmore's door without risking dropping her beloved Fluffy. She went through her memory bank and found a correct course of action for the given situation.
“Mister Blackmore?” Alisa called loudly. “It is Alisa and I am in need of assistance please. Fluffy is...”
She paused, she did not want to come right out and say Fluffy had died and was dead. Those words were cold and uncaring from what Alisa's understanding of human language has found. Instead she found a better way to tell Fluffy's immobile state.
“Fluffy has passed on Mister Blackmore. I was wondering if you had a box I could have. Please.”