Oliver walked a few yards away and jammed the shovel into the ground. He grunted with effort as he shoveled the dirt, beginning to dig a hole. This would take a while.
Lucy laughed softly and nodded slowly. “Mhm, brown. Come on inside now,” she said, leading Calla into the cabin. “I can show you where the bathroom is so you can clean up. I’ll get you some clothes. While you’re doing that, I’ll fix you something to eat. What sounds good?” She asked, running through a list of things mentally.
(Bella continues stalking.)
Back at the town square, Mason stood in the midst of a group of men much like himself. Tall, muscular, well dressed, and arrogant, they all crowded around Mason Brockmeyer. "Let this crone be an example to the rest of these bloody witches. We'll set fire to them all!" He bellowed. The men around him cheered and raised glasses of liquor.
Oliver continued to dig, occasionally pausing to wipe at his forehead. It felt good to give this dead witch a proper burial. He would have had to no matter what, anyways. Lucy would have been all depressed and mopey if they hadn’t gotten the body, which meant he would have had to stay around and take care of her because she would forget to eat or something. Those other ignorant humans. Sure, he was human too, but at least he gave most witches a chance to prove that they weren’t evil or something.
"I like all of the things you just suggested." Calla wrapped her arms around the woman's legs. She released the hug and waited for the woman to guide her to the rooms she needed to go. "What is your name?"
(Would Orion have followed them because he wants to make sure the small child is safe?)
(Yeah, we can say he followed)
Lucy laughed softly and led her into a small bathroom. “My name is Lucy,” she said, turning away to stand in her toes. She caught a towel on the tips of her fingers and tugged it down. She almost chuckled to herself, mentally laughing about how she would never be able get anything half the time of she didn’t have Oliver around to help her out. Say, where was he anyways? He never told her where he was burying the body.
"Hello Lucy." Calla waited to be told which room they were in.
Lucy smiled to herself and put the soft towel in the girl’s hands. “What should I call you?” She asked, standing back up straight. She straightened her glasses, stepping aside to turn the water on, feeling the temperature with her hand.
She stopped for a moment, fiddling with her fingers and weighing the pros and cons. If I'm to stay with her, she must know my name. "My name is Calla."
“Calla, that’s a pretty name. It’s good to meet you,” Lucy said, her voice sweet. “We’re in the bathroom right now. You can get cleaned up and I’ll bring you a change of clothes. Have you decided on what sounds good to eat?”
"The only food I've ever had is mush and I don't like mush. Surprise me." Calla liked the idea of new clothes and getting cleaned up.
Lucy hummed in thought before nodding, more to herself than anything. “Okay, I will. Do you want to take a bath or shower?” She asked once she felt the water was not too hot or cold.
"Bath? Shower?" She wrinkled her brow in confusion, hearing the sound of running water. "Are you going to drown me?"
“Oh gosh, of course not!” Lucy said quickly, brow furrowing. She decided to stick with running Calla a bath, not wanting her to slip or anything in the shower. As the warm water filled the tub, she turned back to Calla. “Have your guardians never given you a bath or anything before?”
"They have tried to drown me. Does that count?" The poor child was thin and gaunt, with dirt covering her almost white skin.
“Oh my..” Lucy started, expression turning sad. That was absolutely terrible for someone to do something like that to a child. She shut off the water once the tub was filled and led Calla over to it. She took the girl’s hand and put it into the warm water for her to feel. “Is that warm enough? Trust me, once you get clean, you’ll feel so much better.”
"Okay. I think it's warm enough." What was a bath supposed to do? Calla left her hand in the warm water, smiling slightly.
Lucy reached over and squeezed some bubbles into the bath, letting them form on the surface. “Okay, I’ll leave while you get undressed and get in, and I’ll be back with some clothes in a minute. Does that sound alright, or will you need help?”
"It sounds alright." Calla didn't want Lucy to see her bones, visible through her skin. How would she get Lucy to love her then?
“Okay. I’ll be right back with a change of clothes. Call me if you need anything,” Lucy said said a gentle tone. She stood back up and stepped out of the bathroom, shutting the door softly behind her. Now, she knew she should have some old clothes around somewhere. As she walked down the hall, she noticed Oliver digging a hole in the backyard.
“Oliver, what are you doing?!” She exclaimed as she stepped out onto the back porch.
Oliver’s head snapped up, a bit of dirt somehow spread across his cheek. “You told me to bury the body.”
“I know I did, but here? What if someone saw?” She said, voice hushed. “Just finish up and come inside. I brought home the blind girl.”
“Hold on, you what-?!” Oliver started, but Lucy had already slipped back inside.
After finding a smaller pair of clothes, that would still be big on Calla, Lucy knocked on the bathroom door softly. “Calla, it’s Lucy. I have your clothes.”
Bella watched as a girl came out and yelled at Oliver? She stayed quiet and continued watching.
Calla had pulled off her white dress and settled into the water, clinging onto the sides of the tub so she wouldn't sink into the water and drown. "You may come in."
Orion watches from the trees above the home, having snuck off and watched the man bury the body.
