Larksong Grotto Remember to remember me

Maybe her maternal instincts had begun to kick in, because once Reek was plopped down next to her and telling her about his face, she was dutifully diving in, tongue-first. Here, let me, she mumbled as she started to clean; everything still tasted really bad, but it had to be done. Maybe it was a good idea to stow her selfish desires for space and escape — he was her friend, her lover, and though she wanted to be away from here she did not want him hurt. Or worse, dead. Tavi was too busy tending to the wounds of his face to speak, although once the majority of the wounds had been tended to, she slowed down.

It wasn't an awkward silence that spanned between them. At least that's not how it felt to her. It was more... A tired silence. Tavi drew back an inch with her face to regard his, inspecting her word, and let a small smile play across her features. There. Maybe the added scars would increase his sex appeal — make him look rugged, or something. He could make up stories about how he got them and -- hm. Her smile faltered a little, and then seemed to fade in to a look of reflection; Tavi watched the lake next, letting that line of thought fade away. Her expression was almost blank, and her eyes were tired.