Vervain
even the darkest night
will end
will end
"Oh, I am sorry," Vai says, raising her eyebrows at Remi. "Hello, sweetie. Thank you for the lovely flowers. What the fuck happened to your arm? Is that better?" For all of her complaints and concern, though, the witch is still smiling to her adopted son as she closes the door behind him. Accepting the wildflowers and setting them to one side for now, she pushes open the cottage shutters to let in some fresh air and steps in to inspect Remi's offered arm.
"Bitten by what?" she breathes, her blue eyes growing wide at the state of his hand and his flayed arm, the injury bad enough without even looking at the awful way it's been treated thus far. (Not that the boys hadn't tried, to their credit). "It is pretty bad," she agrees. "Alright, come and sit at the table. I'll have to wash it first, otherwise it'll only get worse..."
"Bitten by what?" she breathes, her blue eyes growing wide at the state of his hand and his flayed arm, the injury bad enough without even looking at the awful way it's been treated thus far. (Not that the boys hadn't tried, to their credit). "It is pretty bad," she agrees. "Alright, come and sit at the table. I'll have to wash it first, otherwise it'll only get worse..."
and the sun
will rise
will rise
