They realised what they were doing. Turing to start up small conversations again.
‘I… me…’ he poked his chest.
“Well, I’m not asking the Spirits.” I told him taking a sip from the glass.
‘I’m not that good Leah. I….’ The look I gave him stopped his words.
“You don’t have to be good…” ( Spirits he was so much better than 𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 ) “… You just need to trust that you are safe, protected, and we would want you to do something for yourself. It’s clear to see… you enjoy it.”