Posted by Civilian Yavia Crockett (Nurse - Sacred Heart Hospital) in Tenkiller’s House- Tipping Point, Day 2

Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Tenkiller’s House- Tipping Point, Day 2

Posted by Civilian Yavia Crockett (Nurse - Sacred Heart Hospital) in Tenkiller’s House- Tipping Point, Day 2
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“Time travel is outside of my expertise, but there are plenty of rolls. There is butter, jams, spreads, cheese, honey, and what not in the refrigerator. Fresh milk too.” Yavia looked back down at the PaDD and then looked around as if to see if anyone was listening. “A rough proposal. Skip and I are building Sharah a green house in the back of the yard. I hired an artist to build a replica of her tree as a water feature inside. Do you know impossible it is to keep a secret from her?”

Yavia

“Oh, I just imagine!” Eela said with a laugh, moving back to the sofa as she tore a piece off the fluffy roll and popped it into her mouth. It was buttery and she sighed happily. “I don’t know what these are supposed to be like but it tastes like happiness to me.”

Yavia really didn’t think Eela could imagine. It wasn’t a matter of Eela not trying or understanding. It was that now after having lived with Sharah, Yavia knew she hadn’t really understood before, either. It wasn’t her place to try and explain though, Sharah deserved her privacy and the choice. “I’m glad you like it. It was fun to make them again.” Yavia grinned, “Making a mess was more fun.”

Eela grinned. She envied that sense of freedom but she most definitely didn’t begrudge it in Yavia. Instead she had just revelled in it a little.

“So how are you keeping it a secret form her anyway?” Dasca asked as she settled back in, siting cross-legged.

~Eela

“Oh it’s hard. For all I know she already knows, but doesn’t want to ruin it for us. It takes a lot of mental discipline. Sharah can’t read memories, but if the thought crosses my mind, even subconsciously, she can hear it. Even with her at work, I have to be careful. If I focus too much on her she can hear it and will pay attention.” Yavia tapped something on the screen and then set the PaDD down. “Misdirection works, but again that requires discipline to focus on only the misdirection and not what the misdirection is hiding.”

Yavia

Peeling off a strip of the bun, Eela shook her head. “Kudos to you. I hope the surprise goes well, though I’m sure she’ll love it. I know how important plants are to her and it sounds like a beautiful gift.”

~Eela

Yavia smiled, “I know she will like it. She’s too sweet not to, but I hope it provides her the sanctuary she needs.” Plants weren’t just important to Sharah, but Yavia suspected they were essential and one Sharah felt she hadn’t ever been allowed to embrace. “Well I am going to take a quick shower to get all this flour off of me and then see what time they think they will be back, so we can start putting things in the oven. Can I get you anything first?” Yavia got up and grabbed a roll and hummed as the first bite melted in her mouth. So. Many. Memories.

Eela smiled. “No, I’m all right. You’ve been so kind and generous already, so thank you Yavia.” She peeled more off the roll, but was enjoying it simply for the pleasure it brought. she still had zero appetite and even her half eaten lunch had felt too much. Food right now was simply sustenance. Except for this roll, which was a small piece of joy.

Pulling out her comm, Eela sat there on the couch feeling rather strange. She wasn’t sure exactly where she was at, but she did know that something had shifted since she had posted her response. It was that feeling before of having to withdraw, hide. Knowing what she knew now, Eela could see a bit more clearly how if her response to Cory in the past had not been to fight, it was flight and then fawn. To go within and hide beneath a shell where she herself could not provoke further responses. Hell, even when she fought back with words, inevitably it was her who treaded on eggshells afterwards hoping to keep some sort of peace. Had it always been her doing the work? Surely not… but even as that thought surfaced she knew better. She had been fully honest in her reply to the vid. She and her life had become small and the evidence was right here, right now on Oed. Here she had been building a full and rich life. One where her relationships were authentic to the person deep down she had always been, the part of her that even a brain injury couldn’t touch. But mere minutes in Cory’s presence and she once had fled to her shell. It should have made her feel safe, but instead she felt claustrophobic.

She resented the hell out of it. And him.

Eyeing her comm, Eela sent a message to Roger telling him about the response with the caveat that she was staying away form the comments because that was a terrible idea given her state right now. Just sending the message and having that contact with him made her feel more at ease too. She wished he was here and she missed his presence. It wasn’t like they had gotten to spent lots of time together since her retirement, but more than they had since the Berlin, that was for sure. He’d been a constant presence in her life in one way or another for thirty-four years and they had seen each other through some really difficult times even if they were usually light-years away. Now was no different, but if she could have brought anything with her from Earth to Oed, it would have been Caridee and her family, and Roger. No question.

Finishing off her roll, Eela leaned back and tipped her head back, resting it against the back of the couch. Eyes closed, she allowed herself to just breathe and rest in a pseudo-meditation and be amazed that she could even do so right now.

~Eela