A chorus of supposes

Vervain shot him a sad and apologetic smile as she realised how disappointed the alchemist was about the fairytales, but that was quickly snuffed out by her suggestion, it seemed. The huntress nodded to him, letting out a laugh and leaning back on her hand to consider it. "You know," she said, "I think I just might. If I'm going to make a new book, might as well include some of the new tales I picked up along the way, right?" That sounded like it might be a worthwhile endeavour regardless - that way, everyone could enjoy the stories that currently only resided in her memories. It would likely need to wait for another day, though. "I'm not sure how long you are meant to say here," she murmured to him, "but if you feel well enough to stand, I can walk you back home if you like?" vervain where the wild things are