Sharing Different Heartbeats

For the first time since arriving…Hell, for the first time in Years Spider was happy, truly happy. He had gone to the crypt with a happy prance, his head high and a hum on his lips. He had told Solor he would be leaving that morning with a happy chime in his voice and had even gone as far as inviting him to join him as he set out for the crypt.

The crypt ran under Mt.Vulcan which made it a prime spot to boil herbs And with that in mind he had brought his newly cultivated comfrey root with him. There seemed to have been a cold front that morning because a thick layer of snow coated the outside of the crypt, which Spider noted was only better for what he wanted to accomplish. He trotted briskly into the crypt, a wide grin beyond the white roots in his teeth as his tail flagged happily behind him.

He had promised to make Hannibal a tea made from comfrey and horsetail but Spider had decided a gel would suit him far better and had informed Solor that he would be happy to teach him how to make it for Vali. The snow meant that there would be plenty of water at hand and more importantly that the mixture of gel and water could be frozen and cured.