Larksong Grotto Imaginary hands folding over you

For either @Mireille or Lestan, not sure what you might have in mind <3

Kelsier was faithful in his vigil over the wounded man while Erzulie was away. He spent a lot of time studying him, taking stock of each bruise and scrape he could find. The guy was pretty torn up. Kel felt bad for him, but at the same time he dreaded what was ahead of him. Staying here, waiting for this stranger to wake up, waiting to see if the creature which had wounded him might appear.
How long would he be kept away from Riverclan? He busied himself with arranging flowering plants around the sleeping man. Soothing scents for him to wake up to. A pretty place to heal. These were things The Evergarden would have provided, and so Kel felt compelled to live up to that standard. Anything less would have been an insult to his upbringing.