@the-cursed-acolyte // closed starter
MINERVA WASN’T EVEN CERTAIN when the last time she slept had been. As far as she was concerned, that hardly mattered now. Her time was spent between Tilda’s bedside and MK’s, just hoping that they would wake. She hadn’t even been training as she used to. The thought of being around anything sharp, the thought that she could slip up, cut herself... It was one she didn’t particularly fancy.
It was almost comical, the timing of it all. She had spent so long trying to find a way to get her Gift back, and no sooner had she decided she no longer wanted it, it had returned. Had the circumstances been entirely different, she would have found it amusing. But the circumstances under which she had regained it had been devastating. She and Gaius had managed to get both Tilda and MK to a healer in time, but it didn’t stop the guilt from eating away at her, day after day. Tilda had woken for short spans of time every so often, and despite the healer’s reassurance that she would be fine in time, it didn’t stop Minerva’s worries. In retrospect, it was so easy to see all she could have done differently to avoid this. But there was nothing she could do to change it now, nothing she could do but wait.
A slight motion across the room pulled her quickly out of her thoughts, and in an instant Minerva was sitting straight upright in her chair, gaze focused on MK. For a moment she thought she had imagined it. But no, his eyelids fluttered again, and for a moment, she felt relief. Only a moment, though.
“MK?” she asked quietly, keeping her distance even as she peered cautiously at the boy. She wasn’t certain if he could hear her or not. “Tilda’s going to be okay,” she blurted out a moment later. Best to start with good news, no? She had seen him hesitate upon the realisation that it was Tilda his blade had pierced rather than her - clearly there was some part of him that still cared for her.