Ankyra Sound but now I fear I will never peer

the woman went to work on him, tending to the worst of his wounds first so that they would have her herbs on them longer, and making her way along his youthful frame. the young ghost stood with a cold expression planted on his features. his eyes searched their surroundings for anything that he might be able to talk about – anything that would release his mind from their mishap on the cliffs. all of that work and they hadn’t even gotten back what they’d gone in there to retrieve. how could erzulie be so calm and patient about all of it? why was it that he was the only one who was filled with such righteous wrath?
 
“aren’t you angry?” the ghost demanded of her with a glance to where she had wandered. the sharp burning of his yellow gaze did not leave her features. he wanted to know her expressions when she answered him. he wanted to understand what it meant to endure pain instead of letting it overcome. it was a tool that he would likely take years to master.