Vervain
Vai frowns gently, thinking better than to try and draw anything further out of Nate - he was deceptively put together, for someone so clearly unwell. Only when peeling back the layers of conversation could she see the sense fall away, and that only served to frustrate and confuse. ”I’m not pretending,” she says slowly, only able to offer reassurance. ”I’m just here to help, if you need it.” Would he even say so, if he did? Part of her hopes so, remembering their meeting on the roof just a short season ago.
She can’t help but smile, to hear him speak about such ordinary things, though the way he seizes her hand makes her jump in response. Vai doesn’t let go, though, squeezing his hand back and following his gaze to the kitchen (just to make sure anything else hasn’t caught fire). ”You should write them down, the recipes,” she suggests.
What he says about Hotaru is worrying, given how much has happened since then and now. ”Do you want to go and check on her?” she asks.
She can’t help but smile, to hear him speak about such ordinary things, though the way he seizes her hand makes her jump in response. Vai doesn’t let go, though, squeezing his hand back and following his gaze to the kitchen (just to make sure anything else hasn’t caught fire). ”You should write them down, the recipes,” she suggests.
What he says about Hotaru is worrying, given how much has happened since then and now. ”Do you want to go and check on her?” she asks.
