[PQ] Don't Fear the Reaper

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

There was an age-old ignition, incitement, a kindling of excitement aligning over her features at the promise of a task just for her, mischief managing to crawl its way back along her cheeks, eyes, and mouth, not lost forever, but spent hibernating in the murk of pestilence. Even Kiada’s very existence couldn’t extinguish the notion – though her face took on a rather duplicitous sneer when her eyes rounded upon the Harpy, before raising her chin in an act of aloof defiance and sedition. Caiside earned her well wishes and greetings too, a hearty wave, before instructions were laid out. Oh, mixing mortar – she’d had a grand time at the height of summer, amidst the Atheneum’s repairs, scattering mortar and cement in her wake. Some locals didn’t take too kindly to her antics, or embraced the exuberant nature, but she chiseled her agreement into a brandished nod, taking her supplies and carrying them over to the fire. She paid no heed or mind to her trembling hands, not yet fully recovered from their desperate acts with the blight, proceeding in the same way she had within the previous bouts. The only trials and tribulations were the cold, as Jigano mentioned, and she couldn’t readily apply everything in a swift, keen time; allowing it all to soften by the embers of the fire, by the stoking flames, by the warmth and heat generated by infernos. Fangorn kept himself tucked close to her, nestled at her knees. 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