what we leave behind

VAI The huntress Vai hid her smile as she watched Remi finally tuck the girl up in the basket, pretending to be concentrating wholly on cutting up the shirts now that she had been given the alchemist's approval. Her gaze flicked across to the dragonling in her den, arching an eyebrow as Remi addressed Sugar. "I'm surprised that she stayed with you all," she admitted softly. "Surprised and glad, obviously. She must have made a strong bond with you." Setting the shirt squares to one side so she could stitch them later, Vai sat back and tutted at Remi. "Her first word? Hardly. It will be papa, and I'll make damned sure of it," she said, a touch sadly. While he stretched and paid himself due attention, likely for the first time in a long time, the huntress moved to start preparing the stew in a pot over the fire. "How are your injuries?" she asked offhand. "You're still in your bloody clothes, so... probably not great, is my guess."