So, About That Funeral...

REXANNA i am your friend, a soul for your soul. home. sun or water, here or away — She grinned to him as he mentioned his plan, thinking about how they could figure it out to make it better, and less likely to have Safrin smite him where he stood. But as she came closer and he spoke with the same confidence as before, she focused on the slight waver of his voice. Her head tilted slightly and her grin shrunk to a soft smile. “Despite what happened to you, at least you have a deadline to be fixed.” She mentioned, turning her head and eyeing him from the side. “It was Frey that cursed me as I’ve found out. But – I haven’t fixed myself just yet. I suppose I wasn’t enough of a focus during the Masquerade to appease them.” She hummed to him, playfully and pretending to be a bit hurt. But as the conversation shifted she nodded to him with another charming smile. “I’ll show up one day with a chair and roll you around.” She winked before expelling a breathy laugh. “But we can wait until your task is over. In the meantime we can work on this plan of yours.” She crossed her arms along her chest as she leaned forward again and smiled as he continued to speak of age. “Well, in fairness, all of us will be in the same boat. I don’t imagine I’ll age well, all the stress I’ve had I don’t think it will help me in the future. But we can hobble around Caido together.” She laughed again, even if the thought scared her a bit. She was thinking of the future, a future with friends and a life well lived. And despite the smiles and laughter, the thought was terrifying. —we are a lighthouse, we leave and we stay.