you wouldn't even recognize me anymore
not that you knew me back then
Well, he has the right of it - moping and beating yourself into the earth will do nothing to help Amalia heal. It won’t even make Deimos feel better, it’ll just do… nothing. And they are people of action - even the wrong action, sometimes - but action nonetheless. Idleness is the enemy, when there are people to be saved and weapons to be forged and blades to be polished. And leaves to be collected, apparently.
She accepts his explanation without additional query - it is what it is. Asking why won’t get it done any faster and Wessex knows nothing of the Goddess’s magic anyway. So the Wraith nods slowly, mentally turning a ‘he’ into a ‘we,’ because by telling her, he has invited her to join the task. “Does it matter what kind of leaf?” She asks, just in case. They might have more luck with half-dead bushes around here than trees - something that’s losing its tenacious hold amongst the stone, or something like that. Ivy? Seedlings the deer have gotten to? Her eyes begin to go to the lower bits of vegetation whilst Deimos seems to take the higher ones.
She accepts his explanation without additional query - it is what it is. Asking why won’t get it done any faster and Wessex knows nothing of the Goddess’s magic anyway. So the Wraith nods slowly, mentally turning a ‘he’ into a ‘we,’ because by telling her, he has invited her to join the task. “Does it matter what kind of leaf?” She asks, just in case. They might have more luck with half-dead bushes around here than trees - something that’s losing its tenacious hold amongst the stone, or something like that. Ivy? Seedlings the deer have gotten to? Her eyes begin to go to the lower bits of vegetation whilst Deimos seems to take the higher ones.
but it all comes back to me in the end
WESSEX
