( She performs adequately, efficiently, strings of her magic like wisps and braids and binding. The corpse — shrivels. Shrinks. Assumes fresh shape, and he nearly reaches out a hand to stay the process, hesitant of its intrusion.
But it is done, before his touch might land.
It is done and this — the creature may join him. He does not nod, paralysed, the sketch of his thanks. Barely whispers. )
She must be with me a few days longer.
( Simple, wrenched from him — articulated in the way of sincere, innate and marrow-deep necessity. This is no whim, no preference, but a requirement. It msut be so. It must be so. )
no subject
But it is done, before his touch might land.
It is done and this — the creature may join him. He does not nod, paralysed, the sketch of his thanks. Barely whispers. )
She must be with me a few days longer.
( Simple, wrenched from him — articulated in the way of sincere, innate and marrow-deep necessity. This is no whim, no preference, but a requirement. It msut be so. It must be so. )