[se] how to rise again

MELITA

She had half a notion to tell Quanil not to worry about the red wine, eventually she’d recover, and everything would be fine – but she ceased too, when they mentioned their staff, and she could only helplessly glance at hers still resting by her desk. She’d never even had a chance to use it, even with the temptation, the inclinations, to ravage and maim.

So instead she sighed, and sat back down with in her chair. Fangorn leapt, and she snagged her favored pumpkin to sit in her lap, patting and scratching the top of his head while taking hold of the wine. “Thank you,” was all she could say for the moment, eyes glancing back to the wall, to the ornamental figures meant to represent figments, spirits, and souls. “How about there?” The youth sipped her wine, and pointed towards the center, and down a little, where there was enough free space for them to be nestled together.

This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight