Vervain
Vai pours her energy into healing that wound, into making it possible, at least, for Sunjata to speak and be capable of being heard, but as she moves her hand away and glances down, it's apparent that he's been able to listen and comprehend what she's said as well. "Hey..." She shifts to sit in the sand and on the stone now, heedless of the way the tide is starting to creep in and lick at them.
With a care that suggests she's dealing with something infinitely fragile (and she is), she carefully manoeuvres Sunjata to lay with his head in her lap. Anything to keep his face out of the water, to give her a better look at the cut through the blood and the mess of scarring. "C'mon, Sunny. I'm not that scary to look at, am I?" It's an awful joke, but one Vai feels she has to make.
Carefully reaching out to wipe away the tears from his cheeks, she huffs out a long sigh. "I have some water with me, but I don't want to choke you. Do you think we can sit you up a little?"
With a care that suggests she's dealing with something infinitely fragile (and she is), she carefully manoeuvres Sunjata to lay with his head in her lap. Anything to keep his face out of the water, to give her a better look at the cut through the blood and the mess of scarring. "C'mon, Sunny. I'm not that scary to look at, am I?" It's an awful joke, but one Vai feels she has to make.
Carefully reaching out to wipe away the tears from his cheeks, she huffs out a long sigh. "I have some water with me, but I don't want to choke you. Do you think we can sit you up a little?"
