delphine
Delphine pursed her lips, as he described what Loren had done to him. "I'm sorry, that he did that. He... he should have asked, and should not have gone so far." She turned to study the man, hazel hues drifting across the room. "Healing... it's like, an addiction in its own right. You could chase away all of your emotions, make everything okay when it's not, but... I think Noah would tell me that is not healthy either."
She settled the knife, dulled as it need not be sharp to slice through herbs, on the table and brought herself to sit atop the table top, biting her lip. "It's dangerous, because... well, I think maybe, it might create a monster. If you can get your fix of... 'everything's fine', anytime you do something bad, then..." She shrugged slowly. There was a reason Delphine didn't bother with healing her own mental health. She'd been married to a man who only cared for himself, and what was his, nothing else. And she had, of course, aided in that.
"I think... maybe, you should find a purpose in the present. Maybe, uhm. Well... for me, Noah's convinced me to take up playing the harp, and painting and... obviously, being a healer. I think it'll help, to do the things that I loved doing." Her tone is quiet, unsure, because she is really uncertain. The man is so set on helping her; seeing her find herself, and she's not sure that's possible.
"Do you... like owning the Kraai? Is that your dream or is it an obligation?" She chewed the inside of her cheek. "Because you should... follow your dreams, do what you love. At least, that's what Noah seemed to be telling me, when he said he wanted to see me healthy."
Noah held all the cards, and she knew it. She also knew he was probably right--some part of her wanted to believe that, anyway.
She settled the knife, dulled as it need not be sharp to slice through herbs, on the table and brought herself to sit atop the table top, biting her lip. "It's dangerous, because... well, I think maybe, it might create a monster. If you can get your fix of... 'everything's fine', anytime you do something bad, then..." She shrugged slowly. There was a reason Delphine didn't bother with healing her own mental health. She'd been married to a man who only cared for himself, and what was his, nothing else. And she had, of course, aided in that.
"I think... maybe, you should find a purpose in the present. Maybe, uhm. Well... for me, Noah's convinced me to take up playing the harp, and painting and... obviously, being a healer. I think it'll help, to do the things that I loved doing." Her tone is quiet, unsure, because she is really uncertain. The man is so set on helping her; seeing her find herself, and she's not sure that's possible.
"Do you... like owning the Kraai? Is that your dream or is it an obligation?" She chewed the inside of her cheek. "Because you should... follow your dreams, do what you love. At least, that's what Noah seemed to be telling me, when he said he wanted to see me healthy."
Noah held all the cards, and she knew it. She also knew he was probably right--some part of her wanted to believe that, anyway.
