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

It’s a risk echoed in waves against her bones: she knew warnings and omens, and rarely heeded them herself. It was one thing for her to gallivant off into the distance, fervent, ardent, ready for whatever came her way, but it was something else entirely to put another in jeopardy, simply for Melita’s own gains. If anyone was injured or hurt, the guilt would gnaw away at her: too many broken pieces littering her pathway to now, too many friends and family alike that she couldn’t protect when worse came to worse, when the vitriol in her blood simply wasn’t enough to save them. She hung her head a little, gaze catching on the ground, frown forming on her face at the notion that she’d somehow have to implore someone to go with her, out into the great beyond, taking chances and perils in her grasp. Her sworn protection might not be sufficient. She might not be adequate. Where had her boldness gone – drained and drifted away when another individual had to come in contact with it? She raised her gaze back up to Jigano though as he spoke, not wishing to be rude; as the bard seemed to weave back and forth over Remi’s considerations and opinions, his necessities and things he might cherish. It was worthwhile to contemplate and examine the notion that Remi could simply make whatever he wished: certainly limiting on the honeybee youth’s end, when she had naught to contrive between magical waves and enchantments. Stars and feathers – the girl incapable of capturing the first, and then maybe the second, given enough time and effort. The following suggestion Jigano made was even better though, causing her smile to lift, to emblazon, to embolden along her features again, a palpable excitement humming beneath her veins. “I saved a couple!” They were back at the house; but that was fine, an easy journey back and forth. “Maybe that’ll be enough,” she grinned again, easing back into her old rhythm. “Thank you Jigano.” Her stare meandered back to his disguise, to the reasons he melded and molded himself into the ether, into the bridges of canopies and the startling unknown. “Is there anything I can do for you?” 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