“No” Amber smiled “the League is your home now.” She remembered exactly what is was like to be homeless and starving, to have to fight for every little piece of food or safety – the League had saved her and Tawny’s life, that’s for sure, but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t tough, ending other people’s lives. Amber often wished she could’ve given Tawny a better life, that Tawny would have grown up to be a nurse or something ordinary, but honorable, like that. But that hadn’t been in neither of their cards, not Tawny’s, not Amber’s and not this girl’s either.
“And we will take care of you, okay?” she once again squeezed Indigo’s hand “you can always come to me, even if you just wanna hang or something like that” she nodded, confirming her own words.
“You think you’ll be okay?” Amber lowered her head a little, catching Indigo’s eyes as they’d stopped in front of Indigo’s door. She didn’t want to leave the girl if she wasn’t sure she was, if not okay then at least, better.
“Yeah,” Indigo said with a little nod. “I guess it is. At least I’m not living in a shoebox with a leaky roof, eating Ramen anymore. Which is always a plus.” She’d told Violet once that she’d never go back to her old life, that they’d have to kill her first. And she’d meant every word, no matter how hard things sometimes got, there really was nothing for her to go back to, so here was where she would stay.
She squeezed Amber’s hand in return, nodding. “OK. Yeah, I…I think I’d like that. We should do something like this again. Maybe, you know, not in the kitchens at 3 a.m., but similar.” She shoved her unkempt hair out of her face. “Yeah, I think so. For tonight, anyway. I’m already feeling a little drowsy. Hopefully it’ll stick this time.”