JIAO
Jiao had known some were falling sick, but she had not known from what, nor how serious the illness was; the Seamstress had a tendancy to get wrapped up in her own world and barely consider the lives of any around her. Until this conversation, the Blight had been firmly someone else's problem.Now, though...she found herself worrying her lip, something she only did when an issue managed to drill itself properly into her mind.
Usually one to speak her mind freely, Jiao stayed quiet, unsure of how to argue with Delah's authoritative tone and arguments. Jiao knew so little about these things, had not cared to know, and now she felt like a child in comparison to the war chief. "Well um...ok..so...what...could we do? You know, just the Fae in the village? Is there anything we should be doing?"
Leave all of my regrets to sink like shipwrecks
Through oceans dark
Through oceans dark
