"It was really easy," she giggles before sipping her coffee, "Turns out while sticks and stones can break bones, Hedge wood likes ta fuck up metal." She then looks down at the broken handled machete, "Or cheap handle. Not like it'll be hard ta fix."
The darkness recedes as sunlight begins to shine in the Trod. "Told ya it'd clear up," she nods her head towards the field before retrieving a pastry to munch on. Circe's etiquette was sufficient to wash down the pastry with coffee before speaking to Simone, "Ya'll be able ta see clearly soon. Should have replaced plenty of blood with coffee by then."