Vervain
Instinctively, Vai attempts to smooth out the feathers and scales, the witch sighing heavily and leaning her head against his; they’re both sweaty enough thanks to the heat, though it’s more dangerous for Sunjata by far. ”It doesn’t matter now. You’re alive,” she murmurs; maybe she’ll find that letter at some point and it’ll all click into place. For now though, no.
”You need to cool down,” she interrupts, letting him go only to back him up a bit so she can find somewhere for him to sit. ”Where have you looked for him? Nate, I mean?” she asks. ”Is there a sink here?” Not that Nate’s in the sink - she just wants to know if there’s somewhere she can fetch some water.
”You need to cool down,” she interrupts, letting him go only to back him up a bit so she can find somewhere for him to sit. ”Where have you looked for him? Nate, I mean?” she asks. ”Is there a sink here?” Not that Nate’s in the sink - she just wants to know if there’s somewhere she can fetch some water.
