[Ben blinks at his warden's extended hand, even though he's already reflexively reached out to accept whatever is being offered to him. He knows what the key is, though he doesn't know what to do with it. He's competent at preparing meals for the Barge population by this point, but he still wouldn't call himself gifted.
The intent and practicality both are clear. Ben pockets the key with a small, uncertain smile and moves to inspect the boxes.]
Aren't they yours?
Gaheris Rhade - Post a comment