Walden walked into the room only vaguely away of his daughter curled up on the couch. He had work to do before tomorrow morning. How he hated the more mundane of aspects of his work. Lately it seemed to be more paperwork than actual executions. It made him grow itchy and the axe setting there only served as a reminder of this. Anticipation was a fickle thing. He needed something to keep his mind off what he rather be doing instead of what he was doing.
"What are you reading?" Walden asked mildly interested as she leaned up against the wall closest to the couch, eying his axe momentarily. As much as he loved his work he loved his children more.