I will stand by you forever; you can take my breath away
Not quite what Wessex had had in mind in terms of what do we do now? But then again, she doesn’t even have the long-lasting acuity to be aware at the moment that she is out of sorts. Ill. Still quite perfectly capable of taking care of herself, but only if she isn’t stupid. Like a child, she sighs and deflates a little. “Okay. Find Sam and keep the family safe. Is it bad? Did I do this?” Now more like a worried child, she reaches for Loki and tries to cuddle her, aware that the conversation was about being not-right and then the Climb, and then others needing to be safe. Which is what the Wraith does, she just… can’t put it all together quite yet.
“Can I have a drink?” she asks, suddenly. It’s the beginning of a weird sort of need she hasn’t felt in a while. It isn't... nice.
“Can I have a drink?” she asks, suddenly. It’s the beginning of a weird sort of need she hasn’t felt in a while. It isn't... nice.
WESSEX
