to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Salves and bandages; not inherently vital things, if Milo had healing endeavors, and so Melita nodded, hastening away the concern. Until, moments later of course, when they’d spotted the island, through water and tides and currents, but the inevitable splash beside her warned of Milo’s fate. “Honestly,” and the honeybee laughed, permitting Locke to take the shovels and whisk away to Jack’s commands and directions, while she offered a hand to the fellow smuggler. Might as well keep it lighthearted; as all of them seemed to be having some semblance of a time with this exploration. “Did you see anything?”--
Melita helps Milo out of the water!
to be the sun
MELITA
