(SE) bury me face down

She keeps hold of his wrist, even if the fangs and the sneer are worrying, her other hand coming up placatingly. ”What is the last thing you remember?” she asks slowly, capitalising on the moment of quiet madness, opposed to the running off and doing terrifying things kind. Slowly she steps up beside him, looking over him and letting out a slow sigh. ”Look at yourself, Sunny.” Between the bites, the claw marks and the sunburn, she barely knows where to start. ”Will you come back to town with me? We can go and find whoever you were looking for later - I’ll come with you myself if it means that much to you. But we have to get you back home, you’re not well.” And that was saying something. How and when he’d managed to slip out of the house was worrying enough - not a mistake she would be making again. vervain well i'll rest my eyes and i'll let the earth breathe