The Broken Silence

Rache yawned and leaned back against the wall.

"I'm exhausted." She sighed. She didn't have a good reason to be exhausted, but she definitely was.

This wasn't anything particularly new, though. If anything, she was tired of being tired. And more than sick of being sick.

But it was. Something to say, at least.

Something to fill the silence in the room with. Which, to her, was pretty important.

"I want a nap." She opened one eye and peeked at her companion. "What about you? Are you tired?"

That boy.

The traumatized, silent boy, had not said a word since she met him. Not to her, and not to anyone.

Despite Donncahd's bluster and usual impatience, he was still holding back on his more ridiculously unhelpful methods to deal with the boy. She didn't know how long she had that he'd hold off if she insisted on spending time with the boy and not giving up, but it was...

At least it was something.