#c: garner

Throughout the madness of the past few weeks Jubilee had been hanging around the inn resting her sprained ankle. She was antsy, drowning in her guilt over the fact that she, someone not impressionable, had escaped with a simple injury versus the many others who were severely hurt and even killed. Jubilee had to get out of the bed, out of the building and out of her head. With her crutch under her shoulder she hobbled her way outside for some fresh air when she noticed him sitting under the tree. “Mi Bella,” she called, offering a cheery way as she made her way towards him. “I didn’t know you were back in town! The sun has treated you well, you have so much color beneath that scruff.”  @garnerbarbot