what we leave behind

VAI The huntress "If you say so," Vai murmured with a grin about Edrei, though in all fairness the Launceleyn was very good at socialising (flirting, really). And as soon as those people got less friendly because things at the Rathskeller weren't running to plan, she was sure Edy would sort it out. Or set them on fire. Both were possibilities that Vai was prepared to deal with. She followed Remi's gaze to the blacked out windows as they spoke about Isla, the witch shifting to sit beside him, blowing on her own stew to cool it down. "She must miss the place," she said offhand, sighing and giving her bowl a stir. But it would be unfair on the former-doctor to speak for her, so she left the subject well enough alone. Remi and Isla could speak between them, so he was sure the alchemist would figure it out. In the meantime, though, he had raised a very interesting question. Vai considered him for a few moments, tentatively lifting a spoonful of stew to her lips. "Mm... I couldn't tell you. I mean, it's the same for me. But then I first realised I had healing magic when you were hurt, so maybe it manifested at that point? It's interesting... maybe I can try to teach you? See if you can learn?"