Raise These Bones

It was hard to shake the feeling that his sudden departure had been a direct result of their reunion, whether that was even partly true or not. Perhaps he was continuing to punish her for all she had done - as if the universe hadn't done that tenfold. She didn't believe in anything as foolish as fate but she knew her betrayal had somehow been cosmically punished, and she'd hoped that would justify her and Ignatius starting things anew. But clearly he'd had other plans. "I hope the same," she said finally, deciding to push that conversation to the side. She didn't wish ill on him, not really, but likewise... she wasn't totally sure she wished him complete prosperity. He'd hurt her enough that she couldn't help but harbor a faint level of resentment for him, mingled in with an amount of love she didn't dare admit, even to herself.

Drifa explained she was making a marshmallow tisane. Drinking it would help a cough, apparently - interesting. "How's it taste?" Kirsi asked after a moment, a faint smirk touching her lips for a moment. It didn't sound delicious, and she doubted it really was, but she was curious; not that it mattered if it helped. Healing was a good skill to have and something she herself had never really considered or dabbled in, though knowing bits and bobs here and there didn't sound like such a bad idea.

"I have nowhere else to be. I'll gladly help, just give me instruction. I have no clue where to begin." Internally, part of her was cringing. She wasn't the helping type... but having a way to transport items sounded interesting, given that she knew Song had interest in crafting. Though part of her wanted to leave Drifa for now, a bigger part of her knew that staying a bit longer was likely beneficial for her in more than one way.