Maea
The worst of all blessings
Extending a bucket and a scrub brush to Alys, Maea's smile was grateful. "Of course, I won't say no to that." A touch of fire every once in a while kept the water warm, though the chill air lent a bite to it that threatened to numb her fingers. With two of them the work would be done much faster - not that she was in a hurry to leave, just eager to put the gloves back on.
"Liam is alright," she replied, with a rush of warm relief accompanying her words. "I found a rose just after Ludo's party, and curing him went surprisingly well – " She trailed off, hands stilling on the altar. "Well. He's doing as well as can be expected. Suspect it'll take time to fully process what he's been through. Same for Talyson, right?" Alys would know better than most how much of the battle remained even after the war had ended. Everyone dealt with the aftermath differently, but it was there all the same. Like a shadow to either face, flee from, or fade into.
"Liam is alright," she replied, with a rush of warm relief accompanying her words. "I found a rose just after Ludo's party, and curing him went surprisingly well – " She trailed off, hands stilling on the altar. "Well. He's doing as well as can be expected. Suspect it'll take time to fully process what he's been through. Same for Talyson, right?" Alys would know better than most how much of the battle remained even after the war had ended. Everyone dealt with the aftermath differently, but it was there all the same. Like a shadow to either face, flee from, or fade into.
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
