Larksong Grotto death blossom

Sometimes he was surly and cute, sometimes he was weak and wormlike, and sometimes he was earnest and brave in a way that reminded her a bit of her brothers and a bit of her father. She knew which one she liked best.

"Medicine?" she repeated, doubt crossing her features. If the man needed medicine, there was not much she could do for him. She and Aditya had no knowledge of herbs (as far as she knew) and bringing him to Dawn would likely get him killed - Easy had never met someone less nurturing than Dawn. "I don't know anything about medicine," she admitted, but that didn't mean she was going to stop taking care of him. The girl had some vague notion that if she took care of him, she'd get to keep him. And while she wasn't sure yet whether or not she wanted him, it was good to have that option in her back pocket. She could always ditch him later on.

And then he vomitted. She was leaning more toward the ditching all the time. "Get up," she urged, attempting to roll the man over and clear the vomit off his face. "Urgh. You're really gross, you know that?" she said with an air of resignation, her tongue darting out to test the pile sick he'd left. Not edible, she decided. It didn't seem as though he'd had anything in his stomach worth saving.