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[color=#50c878]Senja Penttilä[/color]
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	Senja only giggled at Victoria’s brash entry. Ever a forward woman that one was. Even still, for all the pride in her voice- it was always good to see a soldier with their spirits about them. How proud her loved ones must have been of her to be able to endure such hardship and retain her strength. [color=#50c878]“Love and blessings are always bountiful for those who are ready to receive them… but- maybe a simple drink will do for one so down to earth. But we will save that for later. I do, however, look forward to see how our friend graces us today.”[/color]

	As she finished assisting the musician with his position she gave a heart warming smile and stepped to the side with but few words to offer him for his anticipated service. [color=#50c878]“It is my pleasure, Cienie.”[/color]

	With every step Senja watched Cienie’s motions and recalled his voice. A stroll in the mainland was brought to her. The memory was rather clear under the blue sky of a bright and sunny day. A clear path cut of stone and surrounded by lush green fields of rest. The chirping of birds and the sound of an accordion out beyond sight gracing her and her companion as they settled down upon a gentle bench. Finely crafted and fair suited for a couple of very peaceful friends seeking the shade under a great oak tree. Breezing the branches a gentle wind carries their song. 

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	[color=silver]Beside her a man spoke, the same language carrying across but with no understanding outside of gestures in motion. Though aware of it he may have been, it did not stop them from taking a moment of respite in the park. It didn’t stop them from enjoying a humble meal of bread. A few pieces for themselves. A few for the birds. But there was that peace. In that peace she found herself drowsy. Or- at the very least- fully aware of every bit of stress folding into her. A few tears out of the sorrow she felt for others, but a handkerchief dried her very eyes. For that brief moment- she enjoyed the quiet. For that brief moment she slouched into the bench and closed her eyes.[/color]
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	Senja felt as though she may have blinked for but a moment, but she had awoken from her trance feeling reborn midway through his performance. Medicine was good for the body, but it has always been said that music is good for the soul. In the eyes of the patients she saw something different. She had brought them comfort and hope, sure, but in those many soft spoken notes she witnessed emotions arising in the souls so drowned in their own pain. Before her lay the miracle of rest. Even some who had mostly endured their moans of pain quieted down, focusing on the flow of wind that wrapped so tenderly about their souls. A dance of heaven so gently produced through the lungs of one so young and kind.

	Before Senja lay a man who couldn’t help but stare upon the boy, eyes half open and calm. His left hand wrapped tightly around his blanket, lips shivering with a look to his patched arm. Before Senja lay a man who did not often speak, so unwilling to budge and unwilling to accept sleep out of fear and anger. Before Senja lay a man who finally turned to look at her as she crouched down to meet his gaze.

“I… I’m tired.”

[color=#50c878]“I know, I feel it every time I look upon you, Oliver.”[/color]

“I… I want to see my mother. I want to enjoy her food again. I want to lay beside the fire again… head in her lap.”

[color=#50c878]“You will, sooner than you know.”[/color]

“Can you?…”

	Senja needed to hear no more, taking his hand as he offered it to her she gently held him with her arm, letting him peacefully enjoy the hard labor of their ally before watching him drift away into sleep. It had been the most relaxed he had looked in so long. Muscles gave way and hand transitioned from a tight grip to a gentle hold. As she fully confirmed he was now in a gentle state, she slowly released him, placing his hand over his stomach and pulling the blanket  over his chest with head adjusted well for the pillow.

	It was then that Senja found herself yawning quite softly, bring a hand to cover her mouth as she found some trouble standing back up, but everywhere around her she felt the radiance of peace shining upon them. She felt for those patients. She felt for every last one. Now here they enjoyed a rare treat with many drifting to their rest. Some with smiles, some with closed eyes, and others with gentle reminders of a life so simple that all reassurance that had been given to them- from Senja or otherwise- weren’t such a fantasy. Maybe it would be alright after all.

	As the performance came to a close the Cruxian stood slowly, half tempted to sleep upon the floor there and then as she fought her urges and took careful steps to return to Cienie’s side. With a soft voice she spoke. [color=#50c878]“Victoria was right. That was gorgeous. Where did you learn to play such music, Cienie?”[/color]
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