to heal a wound, you need to stop touching it
"Then let's not waste a second of it," Vai says with a grin; Sunjata might have all the time, but for the witch it's a priceless commodity tonight, and one she intends to covet until the very last moment is spent. Following the Flood to the space she'd indicated, she sits down beside him and spends a second to arrange her skirts, before he's speaking and she can already almost sense the anxiety rolling off him.
"Sunny, it's okay," she tells him gently, reaching out to hook an arm around him in a hug. "You didn't know. It was back when the war had divided you and Remi and the others, and I know it's taken a long, long time since then to build those bridges back up." Leaning in to kiss his cheek, she gives him a squeeze. "I'm not upset that you didn't know, and you don't need to apologise to me. All I care about is that you're alright."
"Sunny, it's okay," she tells him gently, reaching out to hook an arm around him in a hug. "You didn't know. It was back when the war had divided you and Remi and the others, and I know it's taken a long, long time since then to build those bridges back up." Leaning in to kiss his cheek, she gives him a squeeze. "I'm not upset that you didn't know, and you don't need to apologise to me. All I care about is that you're alright."
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