Vervain
Almost on autopilot, Vai accepts the tea blends he’s produced from the Grounds, nodding her thanks and tucking them into the tin, which she closes again. Her brow furrows to hear that it isn’t her fault - it certainly feels like it is - and the witch drums her fingers along the tin as Sam explains, content to be an ear to listen for him for the time being. And it makes sense, when she realises what the problem is, Vai letting out a long breath through a slow whistle, slouching back in her seat.
”I had no idea - obviously,” she says, a flicker of a smile chasing across her face. ”I imagine that must make things quite difficult, given that you still live with him.” Absently, she gives their mugs a stir, pushing his across to him - tea sounds like a pretty adequate thing for just now.
Still, Vai scrunches her nose to hear him put himself down, the witch tilting her head at him. ”There’s someone out there for you, y’know,” she says gently. ”Don’t compare yourself unfairly to others, it won’t serve you. I’m sorry though, Sam. Is there anything I can do?”
”I had no idea - obviously,” she says, a flicker of a smile chasing across her face. ”I imagine that must make things quite difficult, given that you still live with him.” Absently, she gives their mugs a stir, pushing his across to him - tea sounds like a pretty adequate thing for just now.
Still, Vai scrunches her nose to hear him put himself down, the witch tilting her head at him. ”There’s someone out there for you, y’know,” she says gently. ”Don’t compare yourself unfairly to others, it won’t serve you. I’m sorry though, Sam. Is there anything I can do?”
