when hope and peace begin to fray
Know that daybreak is not far away
She hovers, which is not her normal predilection given all the mending skills in her repertoire. Unfortunately, Deimos' resistance to such magic often leaves her helpless in these exact ways, and all she can do is lay her arm around his shoulders and anxiously watch his face as he shudders through the cold. It makes her feel helpless and restless, which in turn makes her feel angry, temper as red-hot and quick to rise as any of the Evergreen's other emotions that lie eternally on her sleeve. Angry at this strange, invasive plant that heralds change Evie doesn't want in her life right now. Know that daybreak is not far away
"Don't rush yourself," she chides automatically, mere bluster that badly hides her concern even as he tells her not to worry. "We don't know if there are any other effects hiding under the cold. Don't make anything until Zuriel heals you." She can hear the mare approaching, faithful and steadfast in her dedication to keeping Deimos from permanent harm. Similarly, though Evie isn't injured, she can feel Micah hurrying back from where he'd been prowling around haughtily sneering at the invasive plants, clearly disturbed by his bonded's sudden worry. And all Evie can do is wait, wishing she had some sort of diagnostic tool instead of having to hang in limbo, awaiting any news from Zuriel that Deimos could share.
Evergreen
