NATE
Who could ask to be unbroken
or be brave again?
or be brave again?
Or honey hope even on this side
of the grave again?
of the grave again?
Nate sighed through his nose and pulled a stool close to the table the samples rested on. He knew logically that this was one of the more important part of trialing a cure to anything, but that didn't make it any more exciting. The blight, whatever it was, was certainly fast moving, which was a relief for the moment, but worrying for the long term.
It was with only a small amount of smugness that Nate recorded his mix working best, then leans in, examining each sample more closely to ensure he hadn't missed any small detail. "It might be worth splitting up the chemical mix, seeing which individual ingredient is doing the brunt of the work." He suggested, then turned to look at Phoebe. "We should see about getting samples from wherever this originated, if we're going to pay a visit to the fae." Nate didn't know much about the denizens of the woods, but hopefully they'd be willing to lend a hand to see it healed.
It was with only a small amount of smugness that Nate recorded his mix working best, then leans in, examining each sample more closely to ensure he hadn't missed any small detail. "It might be worth splitting up the chemical mix, seeing which individual ingredient is doing the brunt of the work." He suggested, then turned to look at Phoebe. "We should see about getting samples from wherever this originated, if we're going to pay a visit to the fae." Nate didn't know much about the denizens of the woods, but hopefully they'd be willing to lend a hand to see it healed.
And who could ask it to be sound
or to feel saved again?
or to feel saved again?
But stick around until you hear
that music play again
that music play again
