It was the day before the wedding and Lyni was not sure how she felt about the nuptials the next day. Her dress hug on the door of the closet and a rush of happy/excitement came every time she saw it there especially first thing in the morning. But there was also a timidity/nervousness at knowing the first time she would wear it would be around Wolffe's family. She wanted to make a good impression, yet hadn't been around so many people at one time since before they escaped the cult.

Looking down at the gift bags she had volunteered to help with Lyni tried to think through ways to stay calm the next day. {Open bag, handful of candy, add dishcloth, bubbles to blow, top with ribbon, close, tie} She was happy to help out, {Open bag} she was just not used to people being around. Her back throbbed remembering the last time she had been in a large group of people staying in one space.

The Cuckoo clock was ticking on the wall, the little bird coming out to do the call four times. Hearing the front door open and keys clinking against each other before stopping she knew that Savage was home. Not looking up at him as he came into the room with a glass of water at settled onto the couch beside her. Sava picked up the pile of bags and started opening them and putting the candy on the bottom before placing them on the table near her.

After some time with them just quietly working together he spoke, "It's okay to be nervous." Not looking at her, "I would be too."

Falling onto his shoulder she felt his arm wrap around her, Sava had always been there for all of them. Swallowing, "I'm scared it will happen again."

His chin on top of her head, "I know." Listening to his heartbeat as he continued, "We can wait to try this a different time."

That was another thing that made Savage such a great older brother he never pushed any of them when they weren't ready. He would encourage and stand by them, but never force it. Burying her face in his shoulder she wondered, Am I ready?

Crowds

I hate crowds,

For crowds mean

The pain will come.

What will cause

It this time? I ask

Myself as I tense

Waiting for the next

Wave of the pain.