what we leave behind

VAI The huntress Vai smiled back at Remi lopsidedly, nodding as she worked and pausing briefly to snag one of the shirts to hold it out for him. "Try it out," she offered. "Luckily, Ronin was not the tidiest person in the world, so you'll find a treasure trove of memories up there whenever you're ready." Vervain had seen it herself - paintings, some finished and others half complete, clothes - Vanya's and Ronin's both - and other trinkets and brick-a-brack scattered throughout the room. "Have you put her down, since it happened?" she asked softly once the silence had grown too comfortable again, her hands expertly assembling the strange mobile. A mix of feathers, bells and clinking pieces of wood and metal, it should make quite the unique music for the child. "Because if you haven't, and you aren't planning to, I'll have to make this into a rather fetching hat for you."