Vervain
”You might not drown, but you could be swept away and lost, Sam,” Vai points out, her voice playfully chiding in the way a mother might gently admonish a child. ”You ought to be more careful.” She’s already getting up to fill a pot with water, smirking at the way he peeks in at the stew. ”You’re welcome to have some, when it’s done,” she tells him, though she knows he doesn’t need it.
The mention of Zeph halts her hands a bit, and she looks at him suddenly. Curiously. You are Red,” she says, as it suddenly dawns on her, a smile flashing across her face. ”It all makes sense now.”
But Sam has already mentioned not wanting to talk about himself, so Vai moves to settle back at the table with him while they wait for the water to boil. ”It has been loud,” she informs him with a knowing sort of look. ”But yes, it’s been lovely to see them both again. Someone has to make sure they don’t kill themselves or each other out of stupidity.”
The mention of Zeph halts her hands a bit, and she looks at him suddenly. Curiously. You are Red,” she says, as it suddenly dawns on her, a smile flashing across her face. ”It all makes sense now.”
But Sam has already mentioned not wanting to talk about himself, so Vai moves to settle back at the table with him while they wait for the water to boil. ”It has been loud,” she informs him with a knowing sort of look. ”But yes, it’s been lovely to see them both again. Someone has to make sure they don’t kill themselves or each other out of stupidity.”
