"Go," he says, nodding toward the couch when she starts to braid her hair. "Sit your ass down and let me."
One of the many, many things he's learned over the years, although where he learned it, he's not sure he remembers. Maybe it was even in Ireland, before he was a bird, when his mother was still alive. There's a faint, blurred memory of his hands, still small, working through waves of thick red hair, pulling it back and away from a strong featured face. Or one of the women in the years that followed, maybe even Bast. It's been too long. He can never be sure.
"You'll manage it," he says. "The havin' it part. He may not be here anymore, but there's someone to come in the room with you. Doctors and nurses and all the safe shit they've got these days. You'll hurt, but you'll manage even without my luck."
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Date: 2018-12-18 08:32 pm (UTC)One of the many, many things he's learned over the years, although where he learned it, he's not sure he remembers. Maybe it was even in Ireland, before he was a bird, when his mother was still alive. There's a faint, blurred memory of his hands, still small, working through waves of thick red hair, pulling it back and away from a strong featured face. Or one of the women in the years that followed, maybe even Bast. It's been too long. He can never be sure.
"You'll manage it," he says. "The havin' it part. He may not be here anymore, but there's someone to come in the room with you. Doctors and nurses and all the safe shit they've got these days. You'll hurt, but you'll manage even without my luck."
Which isn't the say he won't still give it.