Fairspell Meadow Lepus and the Grand Evasion

It was as if his sense of self was lost, solely because he could not see. To go through life without one's vision seemed like an awful thing, and not at all something he wished to do. But, perhaps, the stranger would be able to help him. He'd shared with him a meal—granted, it had been poisoned—so surely he wouldn't be against helping him again! Maybe they could work together to find a way to get his sight back, or maybe the other wouldn't mind looking after him until he died. Okay, so the latter thought would probably be asking a bit too much, leaving him to try and get for himself a temporary assistant instead. He was encouraged further, too, by the other male's question of what they were to do next. Minshi was certain he would be given some help.

"Can you help me?" he'd asked, his voice betraying the fear he felt. "Maybe you could find out who killed the rabbit! You could track them down and... and ask them what was in it!" Surely the culprit would have left behind some sort of a scent trail. "Please! I want to know if I'll ever... if I'll ever see again..." Min could live with the itch, he could live with the sore mouth—hell, he'd even live through the constant watering of his eyes just as long as it meant he'd be able to actually use them!