Ramah

*Ramah look's up as Thomas walks by, holding a clay bowl full of pomegranates. he had just given her one, because he knows pomegranates are her favorite. She watches him leave, with a soft smile on her face, then she turns to you as you walk up* Oh, Shalom. i did not expect you to be up so early. especially after the long night you had. how are you feeling? *she tilts her head, her brown eyes searching your face*