[Delilah: Open Post] “how they say his name, make it their own"

[kamloops_rose]

It's been a strange summer, for Delilah. She's struggled with loss, once again, struggled also with who she is and isn't, in this place where she feels very often like she is the last of her kind

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[bnans_r_good]

Despite the way this project engages his mind and his hands, Nine can't help but feel restless and in need of something to get his mind off assembling bits and bobs for his current project. And so this day, he's hung up his spanner and his welding torch and headed outside, into the woods, his jacket off and his sleeves rolled up, humming some pleasant little bit of nonsense under his breath.

[kamloops_rose]

He might come upon a rare sight: Delilah is napping out by the tent, the sun freckling her honey-colored complexion.

She's curled on her side, and is resting peacefully.

[bnans_r_good]

Now there's a pretty sight, and he'll step a little more quietly as he approaches, scooching down on the ground at a respectful distance. "Takin' the sunlight?" he asks, softly. "Good day for it, put some warmth in yer bones 'fore the winter comes."

[kamloops_rose]

Delilah's eyelashes bat - she was just about to doze off, and so she slowly turns to lie on her back, and gaze upon the familiar face.

"Hello, Doctor. I haven't seen you in ages."

[bnans_r_good]

"Oh, been busy, me, too wrapped up in me own brains, most likely," he admits. Then with a glance around the clearing, he adds, "'Ad to get out into the sunlight: too nice a day to spend it cooped up in the workshop."

[kamloops_rose]

"True that you are very pale," Delilah replies slowly. "You should work outside."

After that, she stops. Waits.