Stone Circle I'm sick, down from the bones to the other side

Concluding this one too <3

Skáld reassured her; she would not die, not yet, and he would make sure of it. She didn’t really believe him. But she wanted to, and besides, she found his promise endearing. It wasn’t often that anyone made such promises to her.

Mae nodded. Flowers sounded nice. She would follow Skáld wherever he led her, quizzical about the flowers when he brought her to them. Most plants were boring, Mae had found, but flowers were pretty. And Skáld’s company, she thought, would make even the boring plants nice to look at.