[Scoarta][Dec MP] You and I are a story that never gets told [tag; Valda]

“Show me where you found her again.”

Blue eyes washed over the woman laid perfectly beneath several blankets, her face marred by freshly healing scars, the gently rise and fall of her chest confirmed life. Gio couldn’t move closer if he wanted to, the fear of losing this woman ran so deep it rooted him to the floor. His mind went back to the moments where he and Valda had arrived safely, granted a little worse for west but both alive. His brows drew close as his jaw set, his fingers curled and the Krov’s knuckles turned bone white as he reigned in his anger. Anger was a reckless emotion that served very little purpose in the dangerous territory they lived. Villagers died everyday but his mother, the woman who had saved more lives than one could count, lay defeated and something in Gio burned hot.

“Why was she alone so far into the forest?”

The old man had tried his best to answer the questions Gio asked, he had gone as far as to walk with the boy and show him where his mother had entered and where she had been found and carried out. Gio walked the path on his own and it was almost as if he could see the events unfolding. The branch snapped and she turned left, the arrow was still in the tree. His blue eyes followed the first exposed by her body as she was thrown, the broken branches lay where she had fallen.

His shoulder rose be for his hand found his hair and then the back of his neck. He turned, dipping his head to walk out into the cool winter weather, inhaling deep to calm himself. He had to let this go or it would consume him. Valda had been with him and their time together had only brought them closer. Blue eyes rose to the sky, she would be waking soon the sun would ensure that. Strong hands came together with a resounding clap as he exhaled roughly. “Not too close to the trees.” He called to a group of children playing tag before he walked back toward the home he was raised up in, leaning against the side of it as he did since his return.

He followed the path he had walked far too often, seeing the struggle of her need to survive until he was at the edge of the trees, so far away from the village. His eyes scanned around him as nothing made much sense. She should have been killed or at the very least she should have died where she lay. Seeing a mirror image of his blue gaze staring back at him had told him none of it mattered because she was in fact alive. She wasn’t speaking or at least hadn’t since she had come to. Valda had been offered a smile as his mother looked her over and listened to the story of their travels.

He heard bustling from inside and his body shifted so that he could slip through the cracked door. Gio moved to drop onto the couch with a sigh, leaning his head back. “Good morning.” He said to the sound of footsteps buy he didn’t open his eyes. “I’ve left your potions on the counter next to breakfast. Anghel cooked before she left." His hands rose to cover his face, “Prepare for the worse…treatment hasn’t been working" the healers words echoed they taunted him without mercy. “I don’t have to go back out this morning.” He sat up as his hands dropped into his lap, “Did you sleep well?” He hadn't but it was becoming something he was used to. “She’s still has woken up again..” He whispered out with a sigh. “Sorry…” his head shook as he stood to move towards her, “I’ll check your shoulder if you want?” He had to keep his mind busy, but in her presence he was calm and his worries drifted because she had become his solace, she kept him grounded when he felt as if he might drift away.

"Good morning..." A tired yawn replied this his voice as it entered the kitchen. "I think this was some of the best sleep I've had in a weeks." That was a lie, but he didn't need to know that. The drowsy teen had been up all night working on Gio's Christmas present. She had managed to hide all she had gotten out before she went to bed in the early hours of morning. Just as Gio was getting up and preparing to go out on his rounds and visit his mother, Valda was tucking herself into bed.

Valda couldn't help but lean against the wall, pushing her hair back and out of her face as she did, and smiled sleepily when she spotted the potions and breakfast the moment Gio mentioned them. He's always so thoughtful. She limped softly over to the food and elixirs, gathering what she wanted to eat on her own plate. From the living room, she could hear Gio sigh with his uneasy movements. Something wasn't right and it was getting to him. "Your sister is too kind to be making breakfast almost everyday."

At the mention of his mother's condition, Valda stood rigid and quickly set the items down. She turned towards him and watched as he approached her. Upon their arrival, his mother was awake and smiling, listening to their tales of their journey and how they met at the school. Miruna seemed to be recovering well, from the information Valda had obtained. Now, she couldn't understand why she was getting worse and couldn't bare to think how Gio was feeling. Valda had lost her mother, but that didn't mean mothers shouldn't be discussed. He had never mentioned her again since their meeting at the cafe and now, he was apologizing for speaking of his mother! The orphan couldn't help but feel guilty for him thinking he couldn't speak to her about what was going on in his life. For years she had watched her mother grow worse, though she had had her good days where there seemed to be a silver lining. There was still hope for his mother and Valda wasn't about to dash his hopes and dreams for her health.

"Tsk." She made a small click with her tongue as she leaned against the counter, all attention was on him. "Don't apologize for talking about your mother." She completely disregarded his question about inspecting her shoulder. Every few hours, he was changing the dressings and inspecting it. "Come here." Her slender hand reached out his. The happy sleepiness Valda had woken with was now completely gone and she found herself wide awake. Now, her mood and emotions about the situation had morphed into a serious, concern, loving expression of empathy.

Once he stepped closer, she slid her arms underneath is and wrapped them around his torso. Their faces were only inches apart. For a moment, Valda found herself beginning to worry about her morning breath, but that was unimportant. Gio's feelings were crucial and meant so much to her. "Listen to me," Her chocolate brown eyes locked with his icy blue ones. "I never want you to apologize for talking about your mother. Just because mine is gone, doesn't mean I don't want to talk to you about yours. She's family, not one of deadliest spells we should never execute. I'm here for you, no matter what time of day, the location we're in, how we are towards each other, whether we're fighting or getting along, and what the topic is. You can talk to me about anything."

Silence.

Valda studied his facial features to try to understand what was going through his mind and how he felt about it all. Each person reacted differently to situations. If she knew there was some way she could convince him to open up to her and talk about his feelings, she would. With a soft sigh, she rested her head on his shoulder. Doing so caused her heart to pound heavily against her ribs. Valda had never found herself this close to him. With no space between their bodies, beung as close as they were, Valda desperately hoped he wouldn't puah her away. She was there for him and wanted nothing more than to reassure his worries. These bold but caring movements were her own kittle actions to help her aid him in feelimg better about the whole situation he and his mother were in. Her voice had hushed to barely a whisper. "Do you want to talk about it?" Not once, did she change her position when she spoke. She was there for him and she wanted to be sure he knew that and, most importantly, that she loved him.