A chorus of supposes

"Or fly," Vervain agreed with a smirk, her blue gaze following his hand as it brushed across his bandages, as if to make sure he wasn't in any pain. When he spoke Loren's name it drew her attention back, the huntress smiling despite herself - the look on his face was contagious in its joy, but she couldn't help but notice the hint of sadness about it as well. "Ah, the one who works in the library." She nodded in understanding. "We met when I first arrived in Northaven - in fact, I borrowed that book of fairytales the same day." She did recognise the Launceleyn name, but mentally shrugged at it. Vai was a commoner and she'd spent much of her life in the woods rather than the cities. It wasn't all that surpising that she found little interest in Northwind's nobles. When Remi explained that they hadn't seen each other, she reached out to take his hand if he would allow, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Don't fret," she murmured softly. "I saw you two together - you'll be fine. There is a lot to do and people are still missing. He might be busy trying to find his family, or something. But if you're worried I can always go and find him and knock some sense into him?" vervain where the wild things are