Amanda & OTA
Amanda hadn’t gone to the last bonfire, too caught up in her thoughts that had been stirred by her talk with Derek--both about the culture they were trying to build here, and the ones they’d left behind. She’d still felt a little useless then, and more than a little awkward.
But now...she’d never stop being surprised how quickly things could change. She was still wondering if the gods had given her that bed to push her to finally summon up the courage to really make that leap with Derek, which had been--she wasn’t sure how to quantify that yet. Nice, certainly. But she knew it would be an effort not to hold every encounter she had against Nick. Which wasn’t fair to anyone, but it was up to her to figure out how to get him off the pedestal she’d been building for all those years.
The fact she had some projects at least in the planning stages now helped. Sure, they were small things--helping Lydia with the salt, working on some way to keep records with Chloe--but they were things she knew she could do. Things that made her feel useful, which was important when her general skill set seemed fairly useless here at the moment. She was definitely hoping with Chloe that one of them would get at least a basic laptop soon. She'd started fiddling around with her own bracelet a bit more, but she wasn't holding her breath on getting too far just yet.
Right now, she was feeling fairly content, sitting a bit off to the side with a shell of coffee in hand (even if she didn’t have an addiction like Nick’s, it was a nice change to have something warm to drink) and just watching everyone...and occasionally feeling her newly-smooth if slightly scarred-up legs.