<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Corky.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Cordelia “Corky” Hendricks<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Law Dogs<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 12th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Nathan Hunter’s House<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open, Letty<br/><hr/>Letty poked open an eye when she was going on in Spanish.  She liked the language, and she’d picked up a word or two from hanging around Onneca’s from time to time, but for the most part she didn’t know more than a few words here and there.  She smiled at the sounds of it, the words sounding like soothing rain, and curled against Letty’s side, starting to drift off on the floor.<br/><br/>Then she blinked and gave a slow smile when she was being thanked for her kindness, giving a little grin and nodding when Letty came to the same conclusion about the importance of beds.  She cracked one eye open, watching her for a moment, noting the red in her eyes and the winces from the cruel intrusion of sunlight.<br/><br/>“Mmm… get up in there,” she offered, standing and baring a crimson thatch while she helped Letty into the bed, and then meandering to the door.  She took the steps downstairs one at a time - noteworthy only because she normally took them in threes - and went to pour a mug of water from a pitcher and bring it back up with a large roll of day old bread.<br/><br/>She offered the bread and the water to Letty.  “Don’t get crumbs in my bed,” she said, affectionately enough, and waited until she’d finished the mug and had her fill of the bread before slipping back into the bed and sliding against Letty’s side.  She slid her head to Letty’s shoulder, curvy body spilling against her side, and dropped right back to sleep without another word.