what we leave behind

VAI The huntress It had been barely two days since Remi had taken Aoife and headed back to the guildhall. Vervain hadn't stopped him, hadn't dared to - and the look in his eyes alone told her that the baby would have no safer guardian. But who guarded the guardians? The huntress had waited for the dust to barely begin to settle, then finally set off from the Woodlands to the settlement. She carried a pack with her - chopped vegetables, fresh meat and plenty of herbs and seasonings, intent on making Remi a meal even if he claimed he wasn't hungry. Grief was always hungry, and it feasted on tears and sleep. One had to replenish that strength until the grief was small enough to throw off. When she reached the late-guildmaster's abode, Vervain didn't even bother to knock. She'd also brought milk for Aoife and a few other bits and bobs that might hopefully become clear if and when Remi accepted her company, and she didn't plan on letting him say no. "Hello?" she called gently, stepping into the guildhall and glancing around, unsure what she would find.