BETTER PLACE / aine

[aine.]

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I'll come back when you call me

When he smiled, she felt some of her worries drift away.  He wasn't mad.  He wasn't mad.  She has no idea what she would've, could've done, if he had been.  But he wasn't.  A mercy she had not known in some time, easing the stream of frightened, anxious thoughts.  Only for the lighter thoughts to come to a complete, staggering stop.  "I wouldn't forget a name belonging t'somebody as pretty as you."

Pretty?  Pretty?  Oh no.  She was... Hardly... He thought she was pretty?  Butterflies and flowers, those were pretty...  She was just Aine.  And all Aine could do was smile, a smile that felt altogether too warm because she didn't know how to respond to such a thing.  Perhaps since no one had ever called her pretty before.

After the initial shock, the fae blinked as he chuckled.  Brows creasing sharply.  "Oh I-I didn't. I didn't bring anything- anything for. Um.  Fever." Was he not feeling okay?  Should he even be up? All the way by the border, too...  She wished she had lavender on her.  Maybe her father had a point when he suggested she create a travel bag for herbs.

"R-really?" Oh, no, wait.  Should she? … She was already going to be in trouble and sitting on the border was one thing...  But she didn't want to leave quite yet, especially if Trygve thought he was running a fever.  It wouldn't feel right to leave him alone.  But should they really go looking for flowers if he was unwell...?  "Are-are you sure? … If-if you're not feeling well... I don-don't want you to make... Make yourself sick." Just for flowers...

She wanted to.  Her paws were itching to move, wondering what belonged in the island's jungle.  This tropical place probably had different flowers.  Maybe different butterflies too.  A whole different world.  But her mind was a broken record, stuck on one scratch.  "… Are you sure?" Hopeful to see what he had to show her, but feeling so selfish at the thought.

He didn't look sick.  Maybe it was the sun.  His dark fur.  But she needed to be sure.  Maybe ask him where the herb stores were, show him what to take. … Okay.  That sounded like a decent backup.  Assuming the shade of the trees didn't help.  Okay, okay.  Good plan.

— aine | the pitt | commodore of the crows | fae druid —