it's lovely by the water

MELITA

There was a vibrant satisfaction, a burning hum in the back of her throat as the gore crows either fell or disappeared altogether. Brushing her hands together, as if this was just a normal occurrence, she adjusted her weaponry, placing them back where they belonged. Her feet poked at some of the corpses, wondering if they could be utilized for anything (perhaps some feathers on a number of arrows), before her attention went to the other pair.

Maeve must’ve done too much in her state – given her sudden panting and grimacing. Melita was no healer, and Locke seemed to have it handled. But still, her brows furrowed in concern, eyes wandering back to the healing springs. Maybe they needed more than they thought. “Everything all right? I can get whatever else you need.”

You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun