I think I thought I saw you try

I am my mother's child, I'll love you till my breathing stops
I'll love you till you call the cops on me

Jigano’s story behind his own quest for the sap left Melita already feeling drained: perhaps she’d been fortunate to not have found one on her wayward paths, with branches and boughs snaking around, trapping those foolish enough to get too close (and she would’ve easily been amongst them). She could imagine Delah stumbling across her struggling form and leaving her there to die – amidst the glamor and beauty of the forest, destined to remain a skeletal warning for anyone treading too far in. But she took his explanation too, taking his warnings and omens, cultivated it within her mind, hoped to picture it – but she didn’t want to place anyone in rooted treachery either, inconvenience the ones bold and daring enough to follow after her ridiculous antics. “I would hate to put someone else in danger,” she winced, visibly recoiling and cringing, her whole life’s pattern designed to shield, not throw them directly into the wolves. What good was she then? Or was that part of Ludo’s challenge, to see if she was worth the effort? But Jigano proffered another avenue, another route too, and the girl snatched and grasped at it as well, desperate and avaricious for an alternative solution. Remi had some Wicker Woman sap. It could be just as easy as asking the alchemist if he needed it anymore, or to offer some sort of even exchange. Hope buoyed in her chest, made the melancholy a little less overwhelming and disastrous; a light at the end of the tunnel, failure not completely imminent. “That would be lovely. Maybe I can trade him something.” Her gilded gaze settled amongst the canopies, pondering over Remi’s necessities. “What do you think he would like in return?” It’d probably be easier to ask him, but she didn’t want to go in empty-handed, didn’t want to seem the beggar. Besides, if he didn’t have it, she’d have to find some other willing participant to dive back into the Greatwood, risking arrest, life, and limb. She had no intentions of placing someone into peril or hazards for her own sake. M e l i t a But in our darkest hours, I stumbled on a secret power I'll find a way to be without you, babe