There was one thing that she had noticed in the last couple of weeks, especially with her confinement to the general area. Wretch could get by with her wheelchair, but only to places that were wheelchair accessible. Walking was alright, but she still had to take care not to over-work herself or stress herself. So this meant that she had spent a lot of time devoting herself to the beautification of Cerne Rise and had seen many of the goings-on of the place. "Dad...is Siku gone?" She inquired as she clunked semi-quietly into the room, her bandaged leg making a different sound on the floor than her working one.
She got herself up onto the table easily enough, resting there with her leg out toward Saul. She trusted him to get the cast off properly - he had done this before, right? And she quietly awaited an answer to her question. Wretch wasn't one to ask awkward questions or ones that might hurt someone's feelings, so she hadn't been at all certain if she should ask it at all. But she hadn't seen Siku around very much in the past week or so, and didn't smell her scent quite as strongly as before. Maybe her nose was fooling her.
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