Dawnlark Plains i'm walking on the road like i'm alive

The little angel offers to find some herbs and that has his ears perked. The pretty little girl who would gather his poppy seeds for him! She held his heart. He could feel the eagerness for the drug in his blood like a poison that took over his body. Each moment that passed, the seeds were wearing off, and he felt more aware of the world around him. And the unpleasant things in it. That's when Aoibh speaks up again. In his half-drugged state, each word of hers was like nails on a chalkboard- why wouldn't she let him live? 

He refuses to take his gaze off the angel, but he sighs with annoyance once again. Aoibh need not wonder why she was the less favored. Beyond the fact that Deidra made her look like a mannish ogre, she was always on him about one thing or another. Why was she so mad about his habit again? It was his own business, nothing for her to be concerned about. He wanted to retort. He really did- but he ought to value these womens' opinions. If they wanted something he would provide. Or cooperate. It was his way. So even if Aoibh was kinda a bitch in his mind, he wouldn't bother to fight back. Ah, well, if Aoibh doesn't want to stop. And if you don't Deidra... He trailed off as he began to shrug his shoulders, preparing to walk again- though silently he hoped Deidra would tell her sister that they ought to rest instead.