in these wild, wild woods

"Isn't it always?" Vai says through a sigh, shrugging her shoulders and reaching out for the tea kettle to add a little more to each of their cups. "But we will figure it out. It always seems to work out in the end, for better or worse." With a gentle smile, she nonetheless looks surprised to hear that she was the reason that unlocked his mother tongue after so many years. "I hope I didn't worry you too much," she murmurs. "I really do feel happy out here in the woods, you know. It was like coming home." But then Remi is speaking again, and although Vai only catches certain words, like street and wind, it has her dewy eyed all the same. "She would be so proud of you, I'm sure," she murmurs, reaching out to brush a curl out of his face just in time to stop it getting dipped in honey. "I don't know if I believe all that much in the spirits of those who have passed, but if I did, I'd like to think maybe she nudged us together. Someone has to make sure you don't oversweeten your tea, right?" vervain well i'll rest my eyes and i'll let the earth breathe