to heal a wound, you need to stop touching it
It takes a long few minutes, a steadying drink and a lot of cold water splashed onto her face before Vai feels as though she's ready for social interaction again. (Coming back from the dead and bumping into your long-lost daughter will do that to you). But the witch is nothing if not determined to make the most of the party, even if she has a feeling that there are more emotional reunions to come, and it's with that in mind that she searches the party-goers for Sunjata.
Not bothering to try and call out to him over the music and laughter and chattering voices, Vai instead weaves through the crowd to his side and reaches out with a warm hand to clasp his shoulder. "Hey," she says, close enough now that she doesn't have to raise her voice. "Want to go and sit somewhere quiet now, if you've got time?" She hasn't brought a drink as an offering this time, unsure whether more booze will make things worse - not that she knows if the Flood can even get drunk any more.
"There's a spot under one of the tents over there," she adds, pointing out a nearby bench close to where Remi had first lit Mort's Lantern.
Not bothering to try and call out to him over the music and laughter and chattering voices, Vai instead weaves through the crowd to his side and reaches out with a warm hand to clasp his shoulder. "Hey," she says, close enough now that she doesn't have to raise her voice. "Want to go and sit somewhere quiet now, if you've got time?" She hasn't brought a drink as an offering this time, unsure whether more booze will make things worse - not that she knows if the Flood can even get drunk any more.
"There's a spot under one of the tents over there," she adds, pointing out a nearby bench close to where Remi had first lit Mort's Lantern.
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