Kori Stone (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} quietsurvivor) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} immune_ic, |
"Of course I did." She responded her voice taking on a defensive edge. Why on Earth would she willingly subject her to this amount of awkwardness without Lilah and Brandon? At least when they were around it was easier for both of them to hide the fact that they barely would say five words to each other. Not that Lilah or Brandon weren't aware that they barely spoke but at least they appeared normal to everyone else when the four of them were together.
Taking her cue from Leah, Kori to began filling her plate. Well not exactly filling she wanted to make sure her siblings got their fill. She'd eat whatever leftovers. She was honestly a little sick of looking at it. Curse of being the cook or something. So when her plate finally returned to it's spot on the make shift table it was more vegetables and bread than anything else.
"They're great. They've made it through fall okay and now with a little lucky the littlest ones will be okay through the winter." She said without even thinking. The kids were the one thing that made Kori feel good most days. The only thing she actually trusted. Kids were so innocent, they hadn't learned duplicity, or how to be generally evil. She loved them, and in some ways she thought of them as her own kids. She'd long since given up on ever having her own, especially with how the world was now.