when you lose something you can not replace

After her talk with Theory the woman had returned to the temporary den she'd settled Rhyme in, busying herself with trying to get things ready for when he'd inevtiably wake up. She'd taken a few moments to scoure the plains near the cave she's managed to find juvinile Cannabis and some Valerian roots but dared not rove to far. As Rhyme stirred the woman was busy sorting her small herb collection, musing aloud softly to herself.

She suspected that the cannabis would do more to help Rhyme in his current state but she also didn't want to make him dependant or risk making his hallucinations worse, on the other hand, the valerian root wasn't likely to help him much unless his anxiety was spiking. Rhyme's whining reached her and Samara pulled herself from the depths of the cave.

"Rhyme you're awake." She said gently, taking a moment to nose at his form, searching for any sign he'd managed to hurt himself, but also she hadn't failed to notice the way he'd reacted to her touch earlier. The truth was she was exhausted, she'd been giving her whole attention to helping the man since she'd found him, the last time she'd slept had been when they'd been at the base of the volcano.