what we leave behind

VAI The huntress Vai's footsteps were soft on the stone floors of the guildhall, and she stepped into the warm heat of the ground floor with eyes still trying to adjust to the dim light. It smelled stale, like old wounds and unshed tears and not enough rest, but Vai had been there before. "Hi, Remi," she murmured softly, walking across to the hearth to set down her pack and look over the alchemist and the precious bundle cradled against his chest. "She's feeding well?" she asked, knowing better than to ask Remi how he was. Rising to her feet again, she didn't try to shed any light into the room, though she would move to leave the doors ajar, the front and inner both, to let a breeze sail through and clear the air. Lighting a few candles, she returned to the hearth to settle on her knees before Remi. "I brought something for her. Sort of. I was going to make something."