Chapter 33
Don did want to know. Don liked knowing that Raine was helping people, smiling, staying warm in biting cold. He worried about the getting thinner part. He sent up more sandwiches.
He also asked Rin what he could do to help out at Spark, if they needed anything he could offer. This wasn’t because of Raine, exactly, and it wasn’t because of guilt, exactly. But he knew it was a good cause, and he knew he himself was comfortable and well-liked—the Frosts generally were, artistic and harmless and not heavily powered—but not every Personification fit into society so seamlessly, and he found himself thinking about that more and more. Rin said she’d ask the center’s steering committee, and Don discovered himself supplying coffee for the next all-hands meeting, and then as a monthly donation to the center itself.
It wasn’t a lot, not a practical form of assistance, not like what Raine could do; but he thought maybe it did help. Uplifting. Heartening. A small luxury. That mattered.