you are a fairytale

BASTIEN i am the remedy to your heart, Despite his anger Bastien smiled when he saw Rexanna speak, thinking it was probably a good sign, but he did place a hand on her shoulder. "Do not speak unless you feel you can, cara. You will wear yourself out." In Venice he had frequently seen people become very ill very quickly, knew how even in a few seconds someone could lose their strength and fade away...he hoped Rexanna's case was not so drastic, but it didn't hurt to be cautious. Phoebe's words did irk him (once again, sticking her nose in where it didn't belong) but it was not the time to fight, so he just shrugged and looked down, mumbling: "He shall not be my friend for long." Rexanna was wrapped in blankets and wet towels, something that Bastien found odd, didn't understand the reason, but he didn't say anything. Just sat at her bedside, looking down at the ground his hands clasped. "...Do you think she shall recover quickly?" While this question seemed to be directed at Phoebe he then looked into Rexanna's eyes and stroked her face softly. "No matter how long it is, Rexanna, I will be with you and help you." I am the carbon collected. I am the printed upon your stars.