(The quarantine is pretty awful. Okay, it's not horrible, but picking fruit in this humidity? Awful. The fact that Shal was there made it a little better. She'd moved off to service her own tree, but he was at her side as soon as he heard the sounds of a struggle. Fighting along side a person for a few years, spending so much time with her, you sort of just started identifying when she was in trouble.
That and the idea of something happening to Shalimar sent his guts into a twisting mess of needing to do something. She was already free by the time he was at her side and put an arm around her shoulders protectively, as though she needed his protection, and frowned down at her in concern.)
Those fruits though
That and the idea of something happening to Shalimar sent his guts into a twisting mess of needing to do something. She was already free by the time he was at her side and put an arm around her shoulders protectively, as though she needed his protection, and frowned down at her in concern.)
What happened? You're bleeding.