So, About That Funeral...

REXANNA i am your friend, a soul for your soul. home. sun or water, here or away — It didn’t take much longer than it would’ve taken her to get to the room he was speaking of. Upon entry, she glanced around the room until her eyes landed on the spot that she had shared with Bastien and all the others, watching while Jedidiah took a seat and sighed heavily – speaking with the same kind of accent that Bastien had, only so much more open about it now. Her head tilted, her dark curtain of hair sweeping over her shoulder with the movement as she squinted at him after he removed his hood. “B-Bastien?!” She began, a hand reaching up to cross her lips. At first, shock, second, a hint of anger, but then understanding began to brim underneath. She moved forward, hand that had covered her lips now reached out in an attempt to touch his wrinkled cheek. She leaned down over him with wide eyes as she surveyed him, trying to spot the lie. When she couldn’t, and she opened her mouth to speak to him, his finger lifted to hush her and anything she had to say in response. And when he spoke, she laughed a bright chiming laugh. “Gods.” She breathed, another quiet chuckle slipping her lips. “I… I’m not sure what to say.” She said, leaning a bit further back to look at all of him and see where the lie might be, but it seemed accurate through appearance. She took a hand then, running it through her hair as she exhaled through her nose. “What are you going to do when you change back?” She questioned, opening her sapphire gaze to land them on him. “When everyone finds out you were alive the entire time?” Her gaze grew slightly narrower as she contemplated the options. She’d keep his secret, maybe even the idea that Jedidiah had simply created the lie and Bastien had hid away. But it still didn’t match up to his need for attention. What would be a good enough reason to send him into hiding? She eyed him curiously again before she moved to sit across from him, leaning onto her legs with her elbows. “I can relate, you know.” She purred with a wink before she leaned back and sighed quietly again. “What’s the curse supposed to do?” She asked thoughtfully. —we are a lighthouse, we leave and we stay.