Don't put your happiness in other people's hands
It was ridiculous, really. This tension. Possibly it wouldn't have been as pointed if they hadn't been conducting the conversation - or argument - in each others minds. Korbin might not have been so blunt, or so cornered, felt the intrusion into his space quite so keenly. But here they were. All because of a single step across a line the raven might never be ready to erase.
He rose and went over to browse the shelves. The silence and stillness of the bond was like a new layer of deafness around him. It rang in him like an echo, quite as painful and vexing as the constant intrusion of voice and thought had been, but stubbornly, the raven refused to acknowledge that anything was amiss. Drowning in the task was easier. Reading labels, sorting which herbs did what...
Which, as it turned out, was a lot. It staggered him to think that a few plants could do so much to affect the body and mind. He became only more resolved not to drink any more of that tea.
Eventually, when he noticed the Healer was waiting, Korbin returned and came to stand by the table, hands on his back. Quiet, attentive, remote as the moon.
It really was better like this, he told himself.
He rose and went over to browse the shelves. The silence and stillness of the bond was like a new layer of deafness around him. It rang in him like an echo, quite as painful and vexing as the constant intrusion of voice and thought had been, but stubbornly, the raven refused to acknowledge that anything was amiss. Drowning in the task was easier. Reading labels, sorting which herbs did what...
Which, as it turned out, was a lot. It staggered him to think that a few plants could do so much to affect the body and mind. He became only more resolved not to drink any more of that tea.
Eventually, when he noticed the Healer was waiting, Korbin returned and came to stand by the table, hands on his back. Quiet, attentive, remote as the moon.
It really was better like this, he told himself.
They'll drop it
KORBIN
