It's a somber look that sits upon laurel’s face as she watches holly carefully. Necromatic magic seemed to come easier to her than her sister or brother, the familiar static that lingers around holly now makes her fingertips itch. Val had come to her not long after the binding she’d performed on holly and spoken with laurel regarding her memories, to see if they’d be mixed with the deceased mortals or if she’d remain singular. She’d taken to consulting her fathers texts and tombs he kept stashed away in his office before following the very lead to laurence's crypt. It wasn’t often she found herself in the bowels of their garden, and laurel didn't make it a habit to touch the elder crow either. There were few answers to be found but after hours of mulling over texts, scripts, scrawls, and even making contact with her ancestor – she’d come to find that she would remain her own.
It was a breath of relief in truth, a heavy one. Now sitting in the crow drawing room, the blonde zombie rests on her mothers favorite lounge. Pursing her lips laurel nods voice level and low, “ i would say good, but that depends on what you are remembering. I would advise you find somewhere safe to be while they return to you, i can't say there won't be large waves of emotional distress after being numb for so long. “
@thehollyverse sent: " i remember ... everything . " for Laurel from holly!