Re: Derek's place: Derek/Marta
"Mmm," Derek considered this. Parts of people got lost over time, chucked off, sloughed off for something new to grow in its place, but some things never changed, could never change, and she rolled over until she was looking at Marta upside down with her glass sitting on her chest between her breasts. "What are the parts that are always you? Those don't change. Build from there." It made sense to her.
Stretching her legs upwards, she wiggled her toes at the ceiling, unaware of Marta's internal struggle against old demons with poisonous words. Such were things that need to be cut out, and she rolled her ankles, watching the play of muscles and tendons in her feet against the backdrop of the ceiling.
"You've never been hunting. Since you haven't been in the forest. I could teach you. Its a vital skill, well, some would say not so much anymore, but that's a lie. It's good to be able to provide food for yourself. And to know you won't hurt something even when you need it for sustenance." Pain was never the objective. "That is, if you want. You'll have to learn the bow first, then the axe, and then the knife."