Serene, Tranquil. Violent, Hurtful.

"Jesus fucking Christ," she growled as she waited in line. Frost had appeared on the ground, making the stone floor of the Tower slick with ice and dew. She had almost slipped five times entering the area, and the biting cold made her burrow deeper into her two hoodies, one of which technically belonged to Crow. She hated this cold, it reminded her too much of Europa. 

She caught the stares from other guardians, some of whom were hunters, who'd stopped what they were doing. The attention unnerved her, and she fidgeted. A hand settled on her shoulder, and she jumped, digging her elbow into the person's stomach. It was grabbed, halting it in its tracks. She looked over, eyes narrowing, then relaxed. It was just Grendel, the new titan. Last she had heard on him, Elsie was interested in something with his files. Something Carman had needed to see. 

"Morning," Yetta said, nonchalantly. The line to Kadi's station moved forwards. Grendel grunted slightly in acknowledgment. 

"Good morning." She sighed softly as he answered her, receiving her parcel from Kadi, one that had been sitting there for a while. Yetta tried to get around Grendel, but he put his arm out, stopping her in her tracks. "You're the time line traveler, yes?" The question sounded accusatory. Yetta chuckled awkwardly. 

"Guilty!" she managed. 

Grendel nodded. "Can't imagine what that's like." He patted her head, and got his packages. Just some engrams he hadn't grabbed before. "A lesser man would cower at the thought."

"Oh, I'm cowering alright." Yetta shrugged.

"But you aren't showing it." He shrugged. "You are better than the lesser man. Remember that. Stay low to the ground, fight dirty. I know you can."

She nodded, waving at him as he let her pass. Her cheeks puffed out in a sigh, and Yetta shook her head. "Scary man," she mumbled. "Scary scary man."

"He's just a titan," Jason pointed out.

"He broke my back at least five times," Yetta exaggerated.

"Technically, it was ten." Jason was joining in on the exaggerating, settling on her shoulder. He stayed up there a lot, in case Yetta warped again.

. . .

Yetta let the hot water run over her, something upbeat from the old world playing on her datapad. A bit of soap fell into her eyes, and she rinsed her hands off, rubbing at her eyes. The pain multiplied, and she groaned in frustration. Hopping out for a second, she grabbed a towel blindly, and rubbed. 

Once she could crack her eye open again, she blinked, and blinked again. She looked rinsed off enough in the mirror, she supposed. Yetta turned the water off, and dried herself off, looking at the new scar in her side. Like her shoulder, it left a large dent in her side, one that, when it was received, had wrapped around her side like a large, gorey bandaid. Unlike her shoulder, however, it was wrinkled on the edges, instead of a clean slash.

Yetta looked closely at it, running blue fingers over the darkened skin. Burn marks from the Solar stood out, a lighter shade than the rest of the scar. She raised an eyebrow, grabbing her tank top and putting it on, hiding it from view. 

Walking back into her room, she sighed at the boxes that still stood there. She'd been unpacking slowly, taking her time with finding spots for her tinkering projects and other knick knacks. 

Yetta sighed again, and knelt in front of one of the boxes, digging out her tool boxes. Her and Crow had both decided to split the basement into two halves. One half would be hers. They had also split the attic in half, with a screen dividing it. She was grateful for the screen. Crow didn't need to see her side of it. That was her practice area. Where she, admittedly, sometimes broke out her arc staff, got it secure and upright, and practiced pole dancing for shits and giggles, and to keep her flexible. 

With a grunt, she lifted her tools off of the floor, starting the trek to the basement. Pushing the door open, she could hear Crow mumbling to himself as he worked on repairing a few guns. She set down her tools with an "umph" of effort. "How's the gun?" she asked, without turning around. She could feel his eyes on her, she knew he was staring.

"It's…different. That's for sure. What even happened to it?" His eyes left her as he asked, turning back to her gun. It wasn't one of her favorites, that was for sure. If he had to scrap it, all she asked was that he give her the ammo that was still intact.

"I got snatched by one of those giant ass servitors, dropped it while I was falling, and it then got trampled by a few cabal."

"Cabal and Eliksni in the same area?"

"They were moving against each other." She shrugged. "EDZ chaos, you know how it is."

"Hm." She plopped down into her seat, watching him work. He was just wearing a simple t-shirt today. She had to admire the way it hugged him, tightly.

"I can feel you staring at me," he pointed out.

"Nothin' wrong with a little staring between partners." Yetta turned around anyways, bringing out her current project. She was finally working on her grenades, and Crow had banned her from testing them in the house. Not that she was dumb enough for that, but that line was still there. If she wanted to test them, take them out to a lost sector. Crow cleared his throat.

"So, one of my hoodies is missing. Any idea where it went?" he asked teasingly.

"Um…the closet ate it?" she tried. Crow gave a disbelieving chuckle. "It is fuck all cold outside, I had to grab my mail. Plus, your hoodies smell nicer. It's mine now."

"…" Crow turned back around, raising an eyebrow. "Hoodie stealer, got it." He was just teasing her, both of them knew that. He did still want his hoodie back.

Her hand slipped on the screw she was putting in, raking across a jagged edge. She cursed, and dropped the grenade. A small trickle of golden red blood fell out of her fingers, and she sighed in disgust. Jason patched it up quickly. Ever since he had started figuring out how to navigate around the Vex energy, his healing had been getting faster.

A hand on her shoulder startled her, and she turned quickly. Crow leaned down, taking her hand in his. "He's getting quicker," he noted. "Good. That's good." Yetta sighed softly, leaning into his shoulder, and taking a deep breath in. She could almost taste the smell of smoke that covered him. Not that Yetta would complain. It suited him. 

"You're smelling me again," he pointed out. 

"Ssshhadddup," she quipped. 

. . .

Yetta tossed and turned that night, wearing his hoodie. She groaned under her breath in frustration. It was almost midnight, and she couldn't. Fucking. Sleep. Distant nightmare of the Lament's roar, of a voice calling out to her, all interrupted her rest. Rolling out of bed, she padded down the hall to Crow's room, wrapping a blanket around her on the way out. 

Yetta knocked on the door, waiting. She could hear Crow shuffling out of bed, cracking open the door. "Yetts?"

"Can I stay with you, tonight?" she asked. She knew she was small, but right now she was feeling it too as the other hunter rubbed his eyes, scrutinizing her.

"You don't have to ask," he said, standing to the side and opening the door wider. Yetta shuffled in, falling on his bed. It was warm there. She shuffled a little, and let herself get comfy. Crow lay down beside her, pulling her in closer. "Rough night?" he asked. 

"Nightmares."

"Corrupted?" She nodded to his question. He held her tighter, stroking her hair. "Stay with me tonight. I'll keep the bad stuff away, alright?" Yetta nodded, clinging tightly.

"I love you," she whispered. She fell asleep before she could hear his answer.