clinging to the edge

Vai waited for Ashe to come to her in her own time, the witch reaching out to carefully smooth her hair out of her face when she was close enough. "No," she whispered. "I don't think he is, Ashe. I don't think any of us are." Gently, like she was made of glass, Vai enveloped her daughter in a hug, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall. "I saw what happened," she murmured gently, resisting the urge to say what was in her heart - that she was glad Ashe was alive. "Let's get you cleaned up, okay?" Already Vai's hands were pulsing with a warm, soft light, and as she embraced Ashe some of the injuries she had sustained would be closing up, skin knitting back into place, bruises fading, muscles repairing. If her daughter allowed, she would turn to lead them out of the paddock, not letting her go even a little. "You'll have to show me around though. I've not been here." vervain well i'll rest my eyes and i'll let the earth breathe