It had been a little while since Heath had paid a visit to his favorite little elf at The Stitch. Arriving around lunch time Ivy had directed him to the basement where she was at. So he moved on past the counter, down some stairs, and into the storage basement, carrying a small bag in each hand. Best to be prepared ahead of time, rather than have his own lunch stolen, no? Spotting movement off in the corner, Heath was about to speak but paused, blinking a little curiously at Carley. She was perched upon a few large boxes, sitting cross legged, and muttering as she feverishly worked at knitting something.. unidentifiable and black. He picked up a couple elven words- though didn't understand them- as she started pulling stitches out of.. whatever it was she was making.

"What are you doin' that's making you mutter like some rabid derelict sweet cheeks?" Heath offered his most 'award winning' grin as he started a casual walk towards the elf.

Knitting needles ceased their flurry of movements as bright blue eyes lifted towards the sailor, and a cheeky grin was offered. "Heya Heath!" With some care to not remove said needles from yarn, she set what it was she was working on aside. "Just tryin' to knit something. It's not workin' out so great though." Shaking her head, she uncrossed her legs, kicking them a little as she let them hang over the edges of the boxes she sat upon. "So is that some lunch ya got for me there?" A sweet, sweet smile was offered to Heath as she pointed to one of the bags in his hands.

"Sure is!" Grin took on a more cocky overtone as he handed her one of the bags. "I thought maybe we could eat lunch together. It's been a while since we have." Heath's grin faded a touch at that, as he glanced about. "Christ, don't you ever get depressed down here? I hate being kept in small spaces like this all the time. For me? It's about being out in the open."

Carley was listening to Heath. Sorta. Kinda. She was also busy opening up the bag to dig little fingers around in there, curious and eager to find out what he had brought her. "I like it here. It gets too crowded upstairs sometimes. I don't mind crowds out in the market, but in a store they tend to invade my personal space, plus I gotta be polite to the little people..." She trailed off, squealing in delight as she pulled a familiar looking wrapper out. "Ya got me another chocolate fishy!" Eyes twinkled as she spoke it, almost sing song.

Leaning against some sturdy boxes, Heath's expression grew softer when he heard Carley. "Sure I did. You really seemed to like the last one I gotcha sweet cheeks." Not to mention it always served as a nice, even if less than subtle, reminder of how they met. It's not every day a guy meets the girl of his dreams by way of her getting slapped by a flying fish... His own bag of food set aside, he reached out to pick up whatever it was Carley was knitting. "So what are you workin' on here?"

With a squeak her chocolate fish was dropped back in the bag, which was set aside carelessly before she reached out to slap lightly at Heath's hand. "No touching! I don't want anyone messin' it up!"

By the looks of it in this state it was already too late for that... but of course Heath wouldn't be saying that to Carley. Chuckling a little at her reaction and overprotection of whatever it was she was making, or trying to make, he reached up and rubbed a bit at the fuzz on his face. "Okay okay, I won't touch. But what is it?" He was curious, and equally persistent.

Snorting faintly, Carley kept a hand over her knittings in case Heath decided to get touchy feely with it again. "I'm makin' some things for Glenny. This is gonna be a hat." Nodding oh so sagely to her own words.

Heath couldn't help but let his smile fade a bit at that. He was rather fond of Carley himself, honestly. So hurt and frustration grew and grew. If it wasn't the way she acted around Eddie, or if it wasn't her traipsing around with that Sebastian fellow he heard about, or if it wasn't for her giggling about Jee-On or whatever the Jenli guy's name was... it was 'Glenny'. It wasn't even a passing thing either. She had spoken highly about this mystery man for a while now, and never did the sparkle or softness in her eyes when she spoke of him dim, even as time passed. It hurt then. It hurt now. And he felt bitter for it. "Glenny huh... that's that carpenter guy isn't it?" Words were low, slightly strained.

Brows furrowed, Carley gave Heath a peculiar look at his words. "Yah huh..." Now she was getting a little worried. "Are you okay Heath?"

How could he answer that? No. He wasn't okay. Not anymore. Not being just friends with someone who didn't feel the same, With someone who didn't even try to feel the same. He thought maybe if he just had a little patience, waited a little, let her get to know him better.. but sheesh, what was it all for? Nothing. Because of 'Glenny'. If I can't have her... Bitterness always did bring out the worst in people did it not? "...so is he human?"

Carley blinked a little at that, looking confused. It was sort of a peculiar question to be asking and all. "Yeah, he is." A shrug to that, she turned to start rummaging around in that bag. She was a hungry little elf right now. If put in a battle against a hungry hippo? She'd so win right now.

Heath nodded a little to that, before giving a questioning glance to Carley. "So how's that work anyways?"

Stopping her rummaging, she turned to look at Heath over her shoulder a little quizzically. "How does what work?"

"Elves and humans. I mean, you told me before that you lived a long time didn't you?" He tilted his head a little at that. "Like most elves. They live for hundreds of years, so how would it work for them to be with a human? Wouldn't that mean they'd just have to watch that person die?"

To have her Achilles heel so callously cut at by anyone hurt. But to have it cut at by one of her best friends was almost unbearable. Normally she'd lash out, maybe even violently so, but she was so taken off guard she couldn't say anything, do anything. Just hurt.

Heath already started to regret what he had said, frowning a little at the look on Carley's face. "...I'm-" Sorry? What good was that. "...I should go." Bag picked up, he started a walk for the door, then glanced over his shoulder. He had expected her to say something, scream something, throw something. He expected her to do.. something. But she didn't. Gaze cast down, he wandered out of the basement, closing the door behind him without a sound.

It was something Carley tried not to think about. Ever. The fact that while she did look oh so young, and the fact that for her people? She was quite young indeed. But in years? She was over a hundred. Well, over a hundred ten at least. It was so depressing she stopped bothering to count around twenty years ago... around the time she met Eddie, in fact. And while he didn't age like a normal human either, he still aged. He grew older and she remained very much the same. And she'd probably be the same still on the day he would die.

Not just Eddie either. All of her friends; Lydia, Erin, Ivy, even Heath... now Glenn. Each and every one of them will die before she would, because she'd just outlive them. Wouldn't be the first time she's outlived anyone either... And every time it got harder. So just what the hell was she doing getting so close to people? Carley questioned it, countless times. But distancing yourself from people, going through life without friends? Sounds easier than it really is. But Heath was right wasn't he? She was just setting herself up for more pain if she kept on.

Finally her gaze fell, a few tears spilling out of her eyes. It was rare for her to cry, but it was even rarer that she let herself feel the pain she was feeling now.