Vervain
"He isn't home. It's just us," Vai assures him, walking at Sunjata's pace and bracing against him whenever he falters. It takes longer than either of them are used to, but very slowly they emerge out of Rae's Fingers and up, onto the lonely stretch of beach. In some ways it's good that the Flood is so hunched in on himself; he won't draw as much attention with his height.
No, he says. He doesn't think he's safe - and Vai honestly can't blame him. "One day at a time," she agrees, giving him a reassuring squeeze and letting her hand gently press against his bloodied side as they walk, trickling healing magic into it to try and close the wound and make walking a little easier on him. "For today, at least, you're safe with me."
And though he might not see it, the look she flashes at any of the rare walkers on the beach proves as much; no expression has ever said fuck off quite so clearly as Vai's. Before they know it, the house on the beachfront is almost upon them, and Vai reaches into her pocket for her key. "Shower first, I think."
No, he says. He doesn't think he's safe - and Vai honestly can't blame him. "One day at a time," she agrees, giving him a reassuring squeeze and letting her hand gently press against his bloodied side as they walk, trickling healing magic into it to try and close the wound and make walking a little easier on him. "For today, at least, you're safe with me."
And though he might not see it, the look she flashes at any of the rare walkers on the beach proves as much; no expression has ever said fuck off quite so clearly as Vai's. Before they know it, the house on the beachfront is almost upon them, and Vai reaches into her pocket for her key. "Shower first, I think."
