Vervain
”Of course he will,” Vai agrees, even though she can’t quite believe it herself. There’s no proof to the contrary, so it’s not a lie, exactly, but unfortunately the witch won’t be the one to find out for definite if it’s true or false. As Sunjata lays down, she moves to carefully adjust the pillow under his head, peeling the blanket away so it’s folded neatly by his feet. Vai glances to the open windows, coaxing in a breeze with her magic as she’s done once before with Nate. Hopefully it will bring the temperature in the room down, if nothing else.
Letting the damp cloth rest against the back of his neck now, she sits at the side of the bed, smiling sadly across at the Arbiter. ”I believe it,” she whispers. ”I’m not going anywhere, okay? Not until we figure this out. You can’t keep running a fever like this for much longer, though...” And it never seems to break. ”Can I get you something to drink? No booze, sorry.”
Letting the damp cloth rest against the back of his neck now, she sits at the side of the bed, smiling sadly across at the Arbiter. ”I believe it,” she whispers. ”I’m not going anywhere, okay? Not until we figure this out. You can’t keep running a fever like this for much longer, though...” And it never seems to break. ”Can I get you something to drink? No booze, sorry.”
