#inkindness

       ❛ Lukas, a moment? ❜  

       Her voice is tempered by an edge of softness. It is easy to forget that there is a world beyond the battlefield -- war has a way of strangling the moments in between, stealing the pleasantries, the seconds spent being human. But it’s no excuse for failing to give credit where it’s due. Taking the time to make things known ( gratitude, respect ) should always be given the same weight as training to cleave an enemy in two. 

  ♡ — She was a servant to faith. She had never wavered in her path, she thought, and she worked to hold the strength to care for others and ensure they did not die under her protection even before she had set foot on a battlefield directly. Still, as of late, her mind was clouded over.

When she approached Lukas, her solemn expression was plain as day, finding little need to hide it from the soldier, and her voice was somewhat quiet, wispy even, as she looked to him for guidance.

When it comes to getting old baby stuff out of the way, cribs are tough.  Maybe it’s unsafe, and you can’t pass it on.  Or maybe, memories of your little peanut are what’s holding you back.