Nowhere Else to Go...for Now...

Vervain listened intently, propping an elbow on the bar so she could cup her chin in her hand, a small frown on her face. As fanciful as Alistair's story might be, as she had already said, they'd all been through something she would have considered quite impossible if she hadn't been living it. If he said he'd seen his father - that he knew it was him - then she believed him wholeheartedly. Which just left the matter of... why? A smirk flickered across her face. "I'd challenge you to drink me out of business," she murmured, sitting up again and ruffling a hand through her hair. "Well, if you ever get the time or inclination to study it a little more, I'm more than happy to look at it for you as well. There are a lot of stories about masks... and even a few weeks ago I'd have told you not to take them seriously. Now, though... who knows?" She shrugged. His hand curled around hers and Vervain gave it a warm and gentle squeeze, smiling across the counter to him. "I'd hardly say always," she said. "And I would never expect you to repay it, Alistair. I give it freely, always. Tonight and every night after. You joined my family and you'll stay part of it, if that's what you want." vervain where the wild things are