wrap my arms around you

The woman waited patiently as the man worked, not knowing what to expect from his efforts. Usually the herbs put her in to a state of sleep. One lacking dreams as far as she knew. As Lecter moved to place the balm upon her spine she thought she felt it; in the same manner that she thought she felt her tail curl against her hip. Neither event occurred. They were imaginings, wishes, ghosts of feeling.

Dawa sat in silence while he worked but grew restless as she waited. Perhaps it was these spectral sensations that urged her to act - the stillness being an overwhelming obstacle for the first time in her life. Things were changing for her and it was all happening too late. Dawa chose to remark upon the man's scent: for it was different from the Vale wolves, but only slightly. "Salt." She breathed the word, sifting it with her tongue as if to taste the substance, "You must travel far to be here."