Re: Queens: Evie/Wren/Luke
[The hand to the small of her back helped, even if it didn't fix anything, and even if Evie still looked like she was really, really a mess.
Wren moved aside to let Evie and Daisy enter, and she watched as Gus looked like he wasn't sure about letting toddler girls into his fort. The little boy inched back into the relative darkness of couch pillows, even as the betraying dogs thumped their tails at the approach of the familiar toddler.] Luke. [It was a quiet whisper of a name, a point to the pillow fort, and maybe the dead boy would rather go upstairs where it was shhhh and quiet.
Wren closed the door, and she leaned back against it after locking it; she knew Luke had a thing about locks. Windows and doors, and no one could get inside. She watched as Evie set aside her coat, and then Wren looked toward the kitchen and considered something for Evie to do.] The bread should be ready to be sliced?
[She was slow, slow steps as she moved away from the door, and the space was different with new sounds inside it. Daisy made noise, and Wren's turn of head was a little too fast, but she thought she hid it okay. She walked toward the kitchen, and she motioned for Evie to follow. Step, step, step, and she stopped in the middle of the tiled space and pointed at the oven, where the bread was set upon foil.] You don't look okay.
[It was maybe a little too candid, and Wren sounded worried. She looked over her shoulder again, habit, habit, as she sought Luke out with her grey gaze. Then she looked back at her friend.] Maybe selling hats isn't very good for you.