[ lorem tries to subtly lean forward even when she has one of the children settled on her nap, eyes narrowing a bit to get a better look at the man in front of her and-
oh.
okay.
... to be fair... his appearance isn't the most startling one she's seen if she had to compare this with what she's seen on the lornful light. one too many times she's entered the medbay for an assisted inventory check to find lune's optics missing (ripped out, by either himself or by someone) or to see that jigsaw is in literal pieces again.
but for a human - it is enough to have her look alarm and worried. even at the worsts of times, people like private dan, never got hurt that badly. the urge to ask if he's alright has to be squashed down and kept to herself. not wanting to cause a fuss since he isn't pointing it out and there's no really need to alarm the children. who happen to be impatiently waiting for her attention to return to them. ]
... I suppose you're right, sir. I shouldn't keep them waiting.
[ one of them, the boy who noticed frank, pipes up despite the muffled, still-in-hiding-voice, do you know anymore songs?
she almost didn't hear him over the rain. almost. ]
I do! I wouldn't have been a very good songmistress in school if I didn't know them by heart. Do you want to hear those too?
[ the kids cannot nod their heads fast enough.
thankfully, the next song isn’t as morbid. while there’s a certain melancholy in the way she sings it, the imagery isn't gruesome compared to the first one. ]
Scatter, scatter Petals in the breeze Oh my love, Wait for me.
Scatter, scatter, Kisses in the air. When you march away, I'll send my love there.
[ this song seems to come with its own specific set of hand gestures and motions, her hands fanning out as if tossing something into the air. it's something the children are happy to mimic while they sing along, the lyrics’ easy enough for them to pick up on. ]
no subject
oh.
okay.
... to be fair... his appearance isn't the most startling one she's seen if she had to compare this with what she's seen on the lornful light. one too many times she's entered the medbay for an assisted inventory check to find lune's optics missing (ripped out, by either himself or by someone) or to see that jigsaw is in literal pieces again.
but for a human - it is enough to have her look alarm and worried. even at the worsts of times, people like private dan, never got hurt that badly. the urge to ask if he's alright has to be squashed down and kept to herself. not wanting to cause a fuss since he isn't pointing it out and there's no really need to alarm the children. who happen to be impatiently waiting for her attention to return to them. ]
... I suppose you're right, sir. I shouldn't keep them waiting.
[ one of them, the boy who noticed frank, pipes up despite the muffled, still-in-hiding-voice, do you know anymore songs?
she almost didn't hear him over the rain. almost. ]
I do! I wouldn't have been a very good songmistress in school if I didn't know them by heart. Do you want to hear those too?
[ the kids cannot nod their heads fast enough.
thankfully, the next song isn’t as morbid. while there’s a certain melancholy in the way she sings it, the imagery isn't gruesome compared to the first one. ]
Scatter, scatter
Petals in the breeze
Oh my love,
Wait for me.
Scatter, scatter,
Kisses in the air.
When you march away,
I'll send my love there.
[ this song seems to come with its own specific set of hand gestures and motions, her hands fanning out as if tossing something into the air. it's something the children are happy to mimic while they sing along, the lyrics’ easy enough for them to pick up on. ]