Larksong Grotto death blossom

Finally, his face and chest were mostly-clean. The necklace, she'd found, smelled a special kind of awful, and there was no way she was putting her tongue all over that. Perhaps she didn't want it after all.

"There," she said with a flourish and a grin, pulling back to survey her work. He looked much better, but still like a dope. Affection-pity-possessiveness gripped her for a moment, but the feeling eased when he swayed a little. "What now?" she asked, forgetting that she was the adult in this conversation, currently. And then, "Oh right - water. Can you walk?" she chirped, head tilting to the side.