In some ways, petting him was its own kind of fidget.
Settling after everything. Right, everything. Everything was a lot of things. Everything was losing who she was. Everything was having to settle into a new life because of it. Everything was having to try and figure where she stood. Everything was trying to make up a past. Everything was trying to understand the conception of the present. Everything was trying to make a future.
Everything was a lot, and it was more than she thought she could process.
"Projects?" asked Nembus, choosing to ignore the fact that she definitely still didn't feel like she had her feet on any solid ground.
(She was in a routine, but she was in a routine out of comfort and out of what seemed to be correct--)
"What are you thinking?"
Nuxaz