to heal a wound, you need to stop touching it
"Just because it wasn't anything like Safrin and Nate, I wouldn't underestimate the kinds of things deities will try to get their chosen ones to do." Vai doesn't mean to sound negative, and her fingers stroke gently along the side of Sunjata's jaw, just barely skimming across the scar on his face before he's clasping her fingers between his own again. "One thing that's clear since the barrier around the Hollowed Grounds came down, though, is that this is all building towards something." War. They both know it, but Vai doesn't really want to say it.
"I think so," she says and she means it. "As long as the two of you want it, you can make it work. And I know the two of you want to be together, so... get thinking." Vai winks to him, glancing over his shoulder at the sudden rustling of little feet. "Look at that. We've disturbed a little family in here with our chatter. Shall we head back out?" she asks. "Unless you'd rather continue this here."
"I think so," she says and she means it. "As long as the two of you want it, you can make it work. And I know the two of you want to be together, so... get thinking." Vai winks to him, glancing over his shoulder at the sudden rustling of little feet. "Look at that. We've disturbed a little family in here with our chatter. Shall we head back out?" she asks. "Unless you'd rather continue this here."
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