Jo Prior
Jo lay in bed, her eyes closed as she tried to concentrate on her breathing, her back turned to everyone else as always. She always slept facing the wall so people couldn't see her outlet. There was a faint cry of a bird outside of the window and she sat up, not turning from the wall that had paper stuck to it by tape, pins, and sticky tack. She sometimes would sit and draw the plants outside if she had time, these were what decorated the wall close to her pillow so others couldn't see the work.
She ran a hand through her short hair as she stood on her the ladder of her bunk and climbed down. She grabbed what a pair of overalls from one of her drawers and a t-shirt, slipping them on without feeling self conscious thanks to the empty room. There weren't many slaves left in the household, it was interesting. Her clothing of course was ratty and looked more patched up and ruined than anything. She didn't quite mind though so long as she was able to avoid the sun on her neck when she went to work.
Going into the kitchen, she looked at a few scraps that had come in that morning. They didn't look too appetizing and she really would rather get something from the gardens that could be spared. That way she didn't have to have whatever was considered leftovers.
She left the kitchen, going through a back door that was used by her everyday. She went towards the gardens, wondering if the buds she had planted the day before had sprouted quite yet. She stopped by one of the trees in the nearby orchard to grab a few apples and slip them into a bag she had at her waist. It would satisfy the hunger for the day, perhaps be too much even.
She was walking when she heard the splash. Looking out at the sound, she saw animals swimming past and a hunched form on the docks. She recognized Silas and smiled slightly before looking between him and the gardening she had to do. With a deep breath, she went towards the docks. If she was asked about it later, she was bringing him food.
As she approached, chewing a bite from the apple she looked out at the sound, ignoring the fact that he was smoking and apparently preparing some drug in a pipe. As much as she wasn't a fan of that stuff, she understood why people used it based on what she had been told it did.
She sat beside Silas, a foot away on the thin dock. She didn't drape her feet in the water for she didn't want the feeling of water on her at the moment. "You're up early,"She says softly as she reaches into her bag and sets an apple next to Silas as an offering to him.