P a n g a e a
'Cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
And in your heat I feel how cold it can get
He was putting the answer off . . . Whatever this cave was. He was hesitating. Pangaea wasn't going to push however. Instead settling down to warm herself by the fire, soaking in the heat. It didn't stop her from watching him curiously as he began to pick things up from around the room. Herbs and bundles. Cauldrons and items. She doesn't interrupt his work until he motions to an odd paste and herbs meant to fight infection and dull pain, "A few less aches and pain would be great. She admitted. He then needed to ferch some water, and for the first time in days, Pangaea found herself alone. She curled up, head falling over one forelimb. But her eyes never left the door. Waiting for for his returning, praying he would return.
What if he gets lost in the storm? Slides down an embankment. She forces her breath to slow, to calm down. He said he would return shortly. He wouldn't leave her now. As if proving her wary thoughts correct he suddenly was back, snow overfilling the cauldron. He hadn't left her, she wasn't about to be alone again. She doesn't lift her head, even as she watches him. He collected another pot before mentioning she would need to drink something, and only promising to try his best to make it not taste awful. "That doesn't sound so encouraging." She murmurs, but nods her head "But if you say it will help . . I'll try it." She stated. The jar of honey was reassuring before her head snapped up when he reminded her they were safe, she could rest. She lowered her head again, "Do you think we will have to be here long?" She asked softly, her eyes half closing as she basked in the warmth of the fire and his voice.
He finally began to talk about the cave, and one eye opens. Regarding him, she is certain that there is more he is not saying, but offers him a smile, not pushing it. "Thank you for sharing it with me. Even if it wasn't much of a choice thanks to the storm." She offered instead. He sets the tea beside her and she sniffs it questionable, almost sneezing, before she sees him tearing strips. After the tea had set she finally took the first sip, immediately making a face and wrinkling her nose. "Do I have to drink it all?" She asks weakly before stealing her nerves and finishing the earth, medicinal drink, grateful for the honey at the bottom of the cup. "Gareth. You mentioned Tempus and Oriens? Do you . . . Know alot about those gods? Later . . . Would you . Would you tell me about them. Please?"
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@Gareth
Notes:. Awkward phone post.
Cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
And in your heat I feel how cold it can get
Now draw me close
