The conversation with Rodeo had knocked the wind out of her, but she had no time to regroup from it. She had security measures to instill, she had a memorial to help prepare; she had people she needed to look after, reassure and soothe through the loss of a beloved leader. Then, she had to deal with the outrage and ensuing questions over what the Capitol had posted over the incident.
When she wasn’t busying herself with work, Jadyn tried her best to check in on Maizie and Savannah. She wanted to give them as little to worry about while they mourned. Gray might have been her brother-in-arm, but he had a far deeper and meaningful connection to them. She only hoped that she could provide the same support he had given to them from now on.
Day had trouble opening herself up to people. She was admittedly closed off. She kept her feelings close to her chest and she put on a strong front for everyone around her. She didn’t have the luxury to show vulnerability. She couldn’t allow herself it. Gray had been one of the very few people who she could speak to. He was gone now though. Sitting back against her chair, Jadyn brushed the thought aside as she stared down at the dog tag that belonged to him. It was the one item she had requested to have and now it joined the rest on the silver chain mail.
At the sound of Savannah’s voice, she shoved the tags back into her pocket as she straightened up in her seat. “Door’s open,” she said, “Come on in.” It was late into the evening, so she could only wonder what Vannah needed her for. Could it be about the conversation she had with Rodeo? Something to do with the shelter?