danger to myself

HOTARU

She nods to his request. She isn't his doctor, his kin, and she will not tell him what he can and cannot do with his own body from a pedestal that doesn't exist. Whether she agrees with it or not, it is his choice in the end, even if it's a habit she knows endangers him. But she also knows what grief can do to a person, what it has done to her. A drinking problem is the least of your worries in that moment.

She rises quietly to grab a glass and one of her bottles, kept away from Cassandra's eyes and fumbling hands. Returning, she sets it on the table and kneels on the other side instead of returning to her seat. Feeling she will need the closeness. And when the drink has been poured, she speaks. "Tell me about her. Your flame." Drawing the poison from the wound, a painful but necessary act.

I am a breathtaking mosaic
of all the battles I've won

_{Table Code by Sky!}