[ even as exhausted as she'd been, sleep doesn't come easy to emma that night — or rather, day, as the case may be. she manages a few hours of it, but vasquez is still fast asleep when she dresses again (the stained, bloody clothes from the day before abandoned to be dealt with later), and instead, she spends the morning washing up in the nearby creek. there hadn't been much time for it the day before, nothing extensive, and the water still runs muddy with blood and dirt as she scrubs herself clean — enough to make her stomach clench.
the process of disposing of those bodies didn't upset emma, because, well, she's had more than enough practice confronting death like this now, dealing in it with her own two hands, but there's something that sits heavy with her each time. but...it was necessary. unavoidable. not like those men would've left peacefully, and given the choice between vasquez and them, well, was it even a question?
she's back to her home by noon, fresh and clean and smelling vaguely of lavender with still-damp hair. she's kept to the outside, however, not wanting to disturb vasquez when the man clearly needed the rest. she could have gone to town, kept herself busy like she usually does, but...today is different. she needs the bit of peace, instead of the constant flow of work and chores and people.
sitting quietly under the big tree closest to her house, she's even started to drift off in the shade (...which isn't necessarily the worst of her options, considering how little she slept the night before). ]
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the process of disposing of those bodies didn't upset emma, because, well, she's had more than enough practice confronting death like this now, dealing in it with her own two hands, but there's something that sits heavy with her each time. but...it was necessary. unavoidable. not like those men would've left peacefully, and given the choice between vasquez and them, well, was it even a question?
she's back to her home by noon, fresh and clean and smelling vaguely of lavender with still-damp hair. she's kept to the outside, however, not wanting to disturb vasquez when the man clearly needed the rest. she could have gone to town, kept herself busy like she usually does, but...today is different. she needs the bit of peace, instead of the constant flow of work and chores and people.
sitting quietly under the big tree closest to her house, she's even started to drift off in the shade (...which isn't necessarily the worst of her options, considering how little she slept the night before). ]