Naavi
Naavi's focused on her task, but a heavy flush has settled over her cheeks. Anyone whose been alive in the fae community for the last few decades knew about Naavi and Alcyone, their intent to marry. The loss, suffered when the Mathair died. Guilt is something she's used to grappling.
"Please? If we can evaporate the water, but keep the salt, even better..." She mused, testing the bandages.
"Tired?" She inquired, moving to sit next to the other woman. "I... Yeah, I know it's dangerous. But--" She chewed her lip. "--if I'm there, there's less chance of sustaining a terrible injury. Besides, maybe I could help in other ways." She wasn't sure what was going on with Nephele, not exactly. But she cared; even if she didn't want to care. She couldn't... not.
"I can get some supplies gathered for you..." She hummed quietly, studying Nephele. Pretty, smart, and boy did Nephele remind Naavi of Alcyone sometimes. Stubborn, set in her ways.
Clearing her throat, she moved to stand, offering her free hand out to the other, "Let me escort you the rest of the way?"
"Please? If we can evaporate the water, but keep the salt, even better..." She mused, testing the bandages.
"Tired?" She inquired, moving to sit next to the other woman. "I... Yeah, I know it's dangerous. But--" She chewed her lip. "--if I'm there, there's less chance of sustaining a terrible injury. Besides, maybe I could help in other ways." She wasn't sure what was going on with Nephele, not exactly. But she cared; even if she didn't want to care. She couldn't... not.
"I can get some supplies gathered for you..." She hummed quietly, studying Nephele. Pretty, smart, and boy did Nephele remind Naavi of Alcyone sometimes. Stubborn, set in her ways.
Clearing her throat, she moved to stand, offering her free hand out to the other, "Let me escort you the rest of the way?"
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