#the way...

You’re quiet about your feelings,   but they run deeper than you let on.   you crave connection,   yet the weight of expectation or fear often holds you back.   Love,   to you,   is both sanctuary and torment. It's something you want to protect but can’t always claim openly.   People might see you as reserved,   even stoic,   but beneath that exterior is a tenderness you rarely show,   one that aches to be understood without words.   You know how it feels to love in silence,   to carry someone inside you long after they’re gone.   You embody the bittersweet truth that sometimes love doesn’t need to be spoken loudly to be real.   It lingers like smoke on the horizon,   persistent,   impossible to forget.

Practically rushing around the nutrition block, Imatta hurriedly throws a dash of spices onto the meal cooking on the heating unit.

She wasn't really the best at cooking, so she'd poured over any cookbooks she owned, trying to figure out the perfect combination of spices and such to add to the batch of shrimp she'd gathered.

Imatta planned to visit Talbot tonight, after a few weeks of on and off scientific observations and studying on his condition, she'd wanted to do something in return for his patience. So after she'd learned his favorite food was shrimp, but was unable to obtain it...she'd set herself to work.