The pit | I fell in the pit

Vervain had moved to kneel before the little fire by the time Remi spoke, the former huntress feeding it kindling and helping to prod it to life, and she smiled over her shoulder at him. "I will make sure there are plenty of nice occasions where you ought to come and find me," she murmured to him. "All storms pass, Remi. You've just been through some pretty bad ones recently, even before we came here." She shrugged her shoulders. "And I'd rather you come find me than have to weather it alone, so don't think too hard on it." That way lay madness, potentially. Once the fire was high enough Vervain arranged a small pot of water over it so it could boil (she had no stove and kettle here, regrettably) and patted the ground beside her. "Let's make a pact, yeah? However many bad things happen, the next time I see you, it will be for something good. Agreed?" vervain where the wild things are