[PQ] From the Ashes, part 2

I am my mother's child, I'll love you till my breathing stops
I'll love you till you call the cops on me

Melita came with her gloves already on, determined to work in her steadfast, stalwart cooperation. Fangorn, having been a noteworthy assistant in tending to surprise insects, bounded behind. Her wounds had managed to heal on Rory’s advice and thankfully, some tending inhabitants who had acquired the necessary herb and salve. She’d also braided her hair back today, so poor Caiside wouldn’t have to commit to it again, with some amount of patience, dress already knotted at her knees, and a canteen in her grasp. At the very least, she’d learned from the last tasks. She’d might’ve been born into the sun’s threshold, land, and patron sanction, but it didn’t mean she wasn’t effected by the weight of its might or brutality either. The pair leapt within the hall together: endless, fervent energy and zest despite the heat; eyes peeling for other occupants. She waved to several townsfolk she recognized from their prior work, a genuine, resplendent smile tucked along her cheeks, before gallivanting further and further, following the sights and sounds of work. “Hello!” The youth called as they came closer and closer, as her gilded gaze searched along pockets and roughly scrutinized latest endeavors and work, but mostly looking for Jigano. Instead, she came upon another stranger, and since it had gone well with Caiside last time (automatically assuming he was a lifelong friend), she approached Sascha, amiable and delighted, hands tucked behind her back, Fangorn ambling along at her ankles. “I’m Melita! Are you here to help?” M e l i t a But in our darkest hours, I stumbled on a secret power I'll find a way to be without you, babe