// down by the river i was drawn by your grace, into tempest of oblivion and to the lover's place
i was stuck in a puddle, full of tears and unwise, dark doings now i know, that we've paid unlike //
i was stuck in a puddle, full of tears and unwise, dark doings now i know, that we've paid unlike //
“I don’t think it’s too much.” Sera titters back, her grin growing wide at Tobi’s following protest. “And I’ll have you know that nobody said it had to be practical.” A playful wink is shot the Doctor’s way before she’s moving already – reaching and scrounging around her closet for some sort of fabric that could cover Tobi. And she listens, unable to keep the quiet breathy laughs from leaving her as she hears all the possibilities of things that could go wrong.
“They have doctors and healers in Torchline, I’d imagine.” She offers with an easy shrug. “It’s a vacation, Tobi. You don’t have to be on guard all the time.” Is this a playful chiding? Or an attempt to try and get the doctor to relax? It’s hard to tell.
But she steps back, her hands ghosting by Tobi’s shoulders as she peers around the doctor to see just how it looked in the mirror at the end of the room. “I thought it might.” She says softly, an easy smile playing at her lips, though she doesn’t move away. “Here, sit, drink some tea, see how you feel in it. If you like it, it’s yours. Cloth included.” She reaches out for Tobi again, a hand lingering on the slight cut out of the doctor’s suit, fingertips brushing against the soft skin there as she tries to guide Tobi to the couch.
“They have doctors and healers in Torchline, I’d imagine.” She offers with an easy shrug. “It’s a vacation, Tobi. You don’t have to be on guard all the time.” Is this a playful chiding? Or an attempt to try and get the doctor to relax? It’s hard to tell.
But she steps back, her hands ghosting by Tobi’s shoulders as she peers around the doctor to see just how it looked in the mirror at the end of the room. “I thought it might.” She says softly, an easy smile playing at her lips, though she doesn’t move away. “Here, sit, drink some tea, see how you feel in it. If you like it, it’s yours. Cloth included.” She reaches out for Tobi again, a hand lingering on the slight cut out of the doctor’s suit, fingertips brushing against the soft skin there as she tries to guide Tobi to the couch.
Seraphina
