Maea
The worst of all blessings
Dunking a scrub brush into soapy water kept warm by a dancing flame, the scouring commenced. Moving offeriings aside temporarily, Maea set to work scraping off old candle wax, soot and ashes along with the dust and debris that inevitably accumulated on outdoor surfaces. It gave her something to occupy her hands with, for which she was grateful. She didn't quite know what to say, because even with her own history of struggles, she had never been abused the way that those infected had. What it meant, how to help someone else to process, was beyond her skillset.
"I suppose it's something that will have to run its course," she breathed, watching the fog rise as she sat back on her heels. "It's a wound like any other, just one that no healing magic can mend. And at some point it'll be up to Tal to decide if he wants to heal... Until then, don't forget about taking care of yourself too, yeah? Don't let his shades take hold of you." Which was easy to say, harder to do in practice, but entirely necessary as those struggling would need hope to help them back to normalcy. That she did know; having someone sitting with you in the darkness was good, but even better was having someone walk ahead of you into the light made all the difference. By showing that it could be done, showing what it looked like to keep your chin up, to do it even though it's hard - so many had shown her the way, and little by little, step by step, she had made it through her own crisis. So perhaps, with time and patience, Talyson would make it, too.
"He's strong. I'm sure he'll pull through, eventually." Saying it like a prayer, she turned a half smile at Alys, warm with sympathy and encouragement both. "Do you need anything? A treat, time away, a project...?" She would happily provide her friend with any or all of those things, if only to keep her smiling.
"I suppose it's something that will have to run its course," she breathed, watching the fog rise as she sat back on her heels. "It's a wound like any other, just one that no healing magic can mend. And at some point it'll be up to Tal to decide if he wants to heal... Until then, don't forget about taking care of yourself too, yeah? Don't let his shades take hold of you." Which was easy to say, harder to do in practice, but entirely necessary as those struggling would need hope to help them back to normalcy. That she did know; having someone sitting with you in the darkness was good, but even better was having someone walk ahead of you into the light made all the difference. By showing that it could be done, showing what it looked like to keep your chin up, to do it even though it's hard - so many had shown her the way, and little by little, step by step, she had made it through her own crisis. So perhaps, with time and patience, Talyson would make it, too.
"He's strong. I'm sure he'll pull through, eventually." Saying it like a prayer, she turned a half smile at Alys, warm with sympathy and encouragement both. "Do you need anything? A treat, time away, a project...?" She would happily provide her friend with any or all of those things, if only to keep her smiling.
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
