[ Impressive that he can do that while keeping her on the line. I can barely text and call as a millennial. ]

I mean that I had my spot, more or less, for 800 odd years. Wagons came and crumbled, but I had my spot in each. Perhaps the thieving has been less than pleasant, but it has been a nice change of pace, these past few months. Being toted around and gotten into nonsense.

[ Being thought of enough to be greeted and farewelled at the door. Being welcome and useful. Just whenever she is sure that it feels real, it seems to slip just through her fingers. ]