Vervain
Vai lingers by the door, watching Sunjata with a sense of frustrated sorrow; sorrow that she can’t do anything to cure the sickness (and for a healer it is a bitter pill to swallow); sorrow that she doesn’t have answers. But she tries to rally, to focus on the things that she can change, and she leaves him for a few moments to head down to the kitchenette.
What she comes back with is a pitcher of cold, sweet tea, hoping it will be more tempting than water. ”Here.” Vai smiles and pours a small glass for him, drawing up a seat beside the bed and reaching out to help him try to take a sip. ”Want to hear a story? I know enough to keep us entertained for a while.”
What she comes back with is a pitcher of cold, sweet tea, hoping it will be more tempting than water. ”Here.” Vai smiles and pours a small glass for him, drawing up a seat beside the bed and reaching out to help him try to take a sip. ”Want to hear a story? I know enough to keep us entertained for a while.”
