Chessney had enjoyed her time with Heartwick, even being able to put what happened in the back of her mind until evening had come. Despite the anxiety she had about being alone, she did her best to put on a brave face.
"I-I'll be fine, I just need some sleep." She said, the tight smile doing little to hide the despair she felt. She walked him to the door, giving a bit of a wave as he went back to the Keep. She stood there for a moment, letting the quiet sink in. For the first time, she was truly alone. She winced at the realization, but shook her head to try and clear the tears starting to gather.
"Now's not the time," She said quietly, even though she knew there was no one to hear her. She desperately tried to think of what Gran would tell her, to think of what she'd want her to do. Taking a shaky breath, she went to the counter of her shop to scribble a note.
Due to damages, I cannot accept repair requests. I apologize. She scrawled, then she took one of her nails to stick the note to her damaged door.
Well, let's at least sweep up, She decided. She swept the shop, and sweeping turned to picking up. Picking up turned to wiping down her surfaces, and before she knew it, she was reorganizing her work area. She paused, looking down at her tools. She realized exactly what she was doing, even if it wasn't purposeful. She was stalling. She didn't want to see Gran's bed, or her empty chair. She didn't want to go upstairs to a lack of cooking smells, or Gran's whistling. She walked to the stairs, staring blankly. The stairs were normal yesterday, even earlier with Heartwick, but now they seemed as insurmountable as a mountain. She stayed frozen to her spot, dreading the idea of going up there alone.
You need to rest more Chess...come on, I've made some stew and bread...you've been working too hard... the different phrases Gran would call from upstairs swirled in her mind, and for the first time she allowed herself to cry.