LOCKE
Melita's suggestion makes him shrug again and he leans down, scooping water into his hand and just.. tossing it back. It's warm and soothes the burning in his throat. He does feel a little better at least. "Guess if it was Frey that did it, would make sense for the sp-" He's cut off mid-sentence, grimacing. The black fly buzzes away and Locke growls. Fucking curse.
He huffs, grabbing his two buckets with tighter grip than needed. He had hoped, maybe, that it would work. After all, he had been at Frey's shrine and he had heard of the healing properties of the spring. Oh well. Maeve prompts them to stick together and he wants to laugh. Break up or not, he's not going to leave his baby momma alone in a place like this. So maybe that was more to Melita than him.
He huffs, grabbing his two buckets with tighter grip than needed. He had hoped, maybe, that it would work. After all, he had been at Frey's shrine and he had heard of the healing properties of the spring. Oh well. Maeve prompts them to stick together and he wants to laugh. Break up or not, he's not going to leave his baby momma alone in a place like this. So maybe that was more to Melita than him.
It's like a bit of light
and a touch of dark
and a touch of dark
