(SE) bury me face down

”How what keeps happening?” Vai wonders, and there’s a sadness in her tone that suggests she knows what he might be talking about. But it would be good to hear it from him nonetheless. With her thumbs pressing gently to his temples, the witch falls silent for a moment to concentrate. Cool healing energy flows out of her and into Sunjata, soothing away the redness of his skin back to its regular tan, smoothing away the marks of claws and teeth. She tries to tackle the fever too, while she’s there, but it rises like an impossible wall before her magic. Something beyond, something other. It can’t be touched, it can’t be beaten back - not by the skills she possessed, anyway. Opening her eyes, Vai smiles a little as she looks over him, pleased to see him looking a bit better physically, if nothing else. ”Of course I’ll come to your wedding,” she says. ”If you want me there, I’ll be there.” She of course knows absolutely nothing about the tradition he’s talking about, but as he shows her his hand, she reaches out to brush her fingers cross the scars, as if trying to guess at what they mean. vervain well i'll rest my eyes and i'll let the earth breathe