delphine
Delphine frowned, turning to study the man, as he spoke. It was soft enough, that she almost missed it among the crackling of the fire; she really should have added more wood, but she was afraid that too much at once would suffocate the flames. "I... I made a promise to Noah, but there are other ways. Other things you can do, to feel." Delphine was bound by her promise; by orders.
"I'm... really rusty, for a healer. But I could probably take the edge off of the depression, if you wanted." She went back to chopping herbs, her back to the man. "Or some herbs can help with depression, or even heighten your emotions, even your moods. But those are trickier." Her voice was level, as she carefully worked.
"When... my children died," When I killed them, was what she wanted to say, wanted to admit too, "Ludo told me that I had to learn to love my memories, and... it's hard, but it got easier once I stopped running from it; from the fact they're dead." Mostly.
She cleared her throat softly. "Noah helped me get clean--drugs, alcohol, and... I guess most recently cutting myself. And it's... harder, but also easier." The soft sound of the knife repeatedly running through herbs, as she upped her speed to finish the batch could be heard in her silence.
"It also helps to stay busy," she explained, "I'm... saddest when I'm doing nothing. And it's harder to resist falling back into my old habits when I'm idle."
"I'm... really rusty, for a healer. But I could probably take the edge off of the depression, if you wanted." She went back to chopping herbs, her back to the man. "Or some herbs can help with depression, or even heighten your emotions, even your moods. But those are trickier." Her voice was level, as she carefully worked.
"When... my children died," When I killed them, was what she wanted to say, wanted to admit too, "Ludo told me that I had to learn to love my memories, and... it's hard, but it got easier once I stopped running from it; from the fact they're dead." Mostly.
She cleared her throat softly. "Noah helped me get clean--drugs, alcohol, and... I guess most recently cutting myself. And it's... harder, but also easier." The soft sound of the knife repeatedly running through herbs, as she upped her speed to finish the batch could be heard in her silence.
"It also helps to stay busy," she explained, "I'm... saddest when I'm doing nothing. And it's harder to resist falling back into my old habits when I'm idle."
