KORBIN
But what does it take to break you, to awake you?
To make you bow and spit it out?
To make you bow and spit it out?
There had been a point where Korbin would have rejected the tea too. He disliked the effects of herbs on the mind, disliked how easy it was to get the dosage wrong, to do more harm than good. But sleeplessness was wearing him down, to the point where he was almost, tentatively, maybe asking for help. Or was that exactly what he had done?
Would that it had been from anyone but this girl though. Even Loren would be preferable, angry as he was over the interference.
"How do I tell if it's a hallucination?" he bit back, mouth twisting into a wry smile void of all humor. "I see my sister whether my eyes are open or closed, in every person I meet, in every passing stranger... but some would say that's normal." A part of grief.
"What's in the tea? Is it Loren's blend?" If she had gotten it from the stock they had brought out of the Palace, he knew the components. Magnolia bark, lavender, valerian and chamomile; a powerful soporific that would calm anxieties, induce drowsiness and keep the sleeping person under for quite a while.
"I usually sleep in the rafters. Less people around up there." Saved him the need for blankets too, as he didn't have any.
Would that it had been from anyone but this girl though. Even Loren would be preferable, angry as he was over the interference.
"How do I tell if it's a hallucination?" he bit back, mouth twisting into a wry smile void of all humor. "I see my sister whether my eyes are open or closed, in every person I meet, in every passing stranger... but some would say that's normal." A part of grief.
"What's in the tea? Is it Loren's blend?" If she had gotten it from the stock they had brought out of the Palace, he knew the components. Magnolia bark, lavender, valerian and chamomile; a powerful soporific that would calm anxieties, induce drowsiness and keep the sleeping person under for quite a while.
"I usually sleep in the rafters. Less people around up there." Saved him the need for blankets too, as he didn't have any.
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
