She was a conundrum; an unwelcome and distracting aberration… an unknown in a sea of current unknowns. Yet, she was there. Whether he approved or not. She certainly didn’t heed any requests on his part.
She hummed constantly; maddening tunes usually crooned to children not yet out of the nursery. She typically carried a cold and haughty look upon her face, her shoulders stiff and back ramrod straight. And she constantly attempted to reason with him.
“What will I do with you? You need to take better care of yourself. Why, look at you! What a horrid mess.” Small hands wiped at the grime on his face with his own handkerchief, coming away smeared with blood and ashy grit. He realized he lay upon her lap, the thick stench of the subterranean tunnel slid over them. “I can see that you need me now more than ever.”
He reached up to push her away, remembering a moment too late the absence of an arm to do the job. She patronizingly tsked under her breath, her eyes narrowing just before she slapped him soundly across the face.
A delighted smile… A soft giggle.
“We are going to be the best of friends indeed!”