if it doesn't burn a little
Weaver chuckles at that. ”You are the best healer I’ve met, then.” She gives him a sly grin, playful. Though he was perhaps the best healer she’d met. If he’d been here when she’d been mauled by the ursur, her odds of survival likely would have been better.
He considers, and she nods at his words. ”You might be right about that.” Though she too is not sure, she doesn’t think Maea would mind. Particularly given all that they had found in this room, so many plans left waiting to be picked up. If Maea had wanted a particular funeral, then perhaps, she would have left them with those instructions as well. ”We could do something small, if you’d like.”
She takes a step closer to him then, reaching a hand out to rest on his arm. ”And I am sorry about yours,” she says, something shared in their sorrow. His list is far longer than hers, though her family had never been large. Still, she doesn’t think it matters how long the list. It will always hurt. Some part of you will always burn on that pyre with them, time and time again.
He considers, and she nods at his words. ”You might be right about that.” Though she too is not sure, she doesn’t think Maea would mind. Particularly given all that they had found in this room, so many plans left waiting to be picked up. If Maea had wanted a particular funeral, then perhaps, she would have left them with those instructions as well. ”We could do something small, if you’d like.”
She takes a step closer to him then, reaching a hand out to rest on his arm. ”And I am sorry about yours,” she says, something shared in their sorrow. His list is far longer than hers, though her family had never been large. Still, she doesn’t think it matters how long the list. It will always hurt. Some part of you will always burn on that pyre with them, time and time again.
-- weaver
then what's the point in playing with fire?
