Since Major's returned to the village about two months prior, he's noticed that there are a lot of new faces he doesn't recognize. He tries his hardest to remember names, too, but he's always been better at knowing he's seen someone before instead of what their name might be. And, thanks to the gap that he had being sent back home for a couple of months, he isn't always sure whether someone arrived during his absence or if they've arrived more recently. The only give away is whether or not they've got on soaked scrubs, but that's not as reliable a method as one might think.
He's gotten back into a routine here in the village: going out to check traps; getting better at dressing the things he manages to capture; packing away the creatures' brains for he, Ravi, and Liv; and then finally bringing the rest of the meat to the Inn to be used in stews and soups. He also tries his hand at fishing some of the time with moderate success. He doesn't take their brains, though; too small and inconsequential.
Sometimes, he'll linger at the Inn, especially if he sees someone he already knows. Sometimes he'll plop himself down in front of the fire and bask in its warmth, other times he'll keep himself busy by helping out here and there. It's during his prolonged stay in the dining room that he notices a woman he doesn't recognize, furtively stealing glances and scribbling in her notebook. She's got the wild-eyed suspicion of a new arrival, and her behavior reminds him of a more subdued Rose when she'd first gotten there.
Grabbing a bowl of the prepared stew, he brings it over to her and places it down on the table nearer to her than to him. A peace offering, of sorts. You'd figure he'd have learned his lesson about giving unfamiliar, panicked women piping hot stew after how he'd almost been wearing it last time, but he can't help it. He remembers how it felt to come through the water for the first time. It was only that his BFF Ravi had already been here that he'd managed to assimilate at all.
Almost like an afterthought, he also places a spoon down beside the stew, gently scootching it closer to the woman, then pausing and scootching it over again with his finger.
Inn
He's gotten back into a routine here in the village: going out to check traps; getting better at dressing the things he manages to capture; packing away the creatures' brains for he, Ravi, and Liv; and then finally bringing the rest of the meat to the Inn to be used in stews and soups. He also tries his hand at fishing some of the time with moderate success. He doesn't take their brains, though; too small and inconsequential.
Sometimes, he'll linger at the Inn, especially if he sees someone he already knows. Sometimes he'll plop himself down in front of the fire and bask in its warmth, other times he'll keep himself busy by helping out here and there. It's during his prolonged stay in the dining room that he notices a woman he doesn't recognize, furtively stealing glances and scribbling in her notebook. She's got the wild-eyed suspicion of a new arrival, and her behavior reminds him of a more subdued Rose when she'd first gotten there.
Grabbing a bowl of the prepared stew, he brings it over to her and places it down on the table nearer to her than to him. A peace offering, of sorts. You'd figure he'd have learned his lesson about giving unfamiliar, panicked women piping hot stew after how he'd almost been wearing it last time, but he can't help it. He remembers how it felt to come through the water for the first time. It was only that his BFF Ravi had already been here that he'd managed to assimilate at all.
Almost like an afterthought, he also places a spoon down beside the stew, gently scootching it closer to the woman, then pausing and scootching it over again with his finger.