Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20181001230640/@comment-28358106-20181015000258

(Hound/Imperia) "D-desire?" The word seems foreign on Ferra's lips, and indeed, the concept seems to snap her back to reality, momentarily diverting her attention from the increasing drama downstairs.

"I...uh..."

The question seems to genuinely stump her. She looks down and away a bit, pondering her answer, before simply shrugging amd continuing to help Imperia.

"Desire? Not sure.  Happy now...Have family.  Have work.  Maybe simple?  Husband, house.  Kids.  Farm, animals.  Already have...Most, anyway.  Small things.  Nothing big.  Quiet life."

She absentmindedly continues to help Imperia, until she sees that Layoka is milling about without really washing herself. She scoots over and dunks her cloth in the water.

"Here...hold still. Cover eyes." She takes the soaked washcloth and squeezes it over Layoka's head, wetting her hair, but not so much that it overwhelms the small girl. She reaches over and takes a handful of soap, and lathers ir between her hands.

"Okay...keep closed. Hold still." Carefully, Ferra begins lathering Layoka's hair, being mindful not to touch tender spots. Her huge iron hands, capable of bending steel bars, are as gentle as lambswool against her head.