#20 “Don’t try to fix me. I’m not broken.” for Aubrey?
I ended up altering the line a little bit, to better fit the scene I had in mind, but it’s close enough. So here’s some rare evidence of Aubrey actually having emotions and being vulnerable and stuff, even if it’s only for a moment, and there’s no-one else around to see it. I think this is actually the first time that I’ve written for Aubrey, so that was pretty fun!
She scampered up towards the crow's nest, invisible to the night, her sure-footed steps across the rigging betraying a well-practiced familiarity with the route before her. Finally reaching the top, she hopped over the wooden railing, throwing down the pillow that she had been clutching in one hand, and collapsed down to the floor atop it, drinking in the view of the starlit sky above her.
The ship was near silent below, most of the makeshift crew that she had been able to pull together having headed off to find an inn to stay in earlier that evening when they had docked in Neketaka. Aubrey was glad for it. The peace and quiet helped remind her of the old days, back before she had become a Watcher; when it had been just her and the open road, on a hunt for her missing memories.
Well. Not just her, she supposed.
"Hey, Wael?" Eyes remaining skyward, Aubrey pulled herself up into a sitting position, back pressed against the railing as she tucked her legs up in front of her chest, wrapping her arms around them. "Everything's kind of blurry again. The memories. I guess it's because Eothas killed me. Which is rude, by the way. He smashed right up from under the temple I built to you and everything." She let out a long sigh, and the stars above twinkled, as if prompting her to continue. "I don't know if it's within your power to give me those memories back. Probably is. But even if it is, I wouldn't ask you to."
She paused a moment, sorting out her thoughts, hugging her legs tighter against her body. "I don't need you to fix me. I'm not broken."
Finally dropping her legs, she rolled off to one side, coming to rest on the pillow once again. Reaching up, she pulled at the leather cord that she wore around her neck, thumbing absent-mindedly at the small metal symbol of an eye that resided there. "But... could you maybe keep guiding me, the way you always have? Be there by my side while I try and piece everything back together again... again? I know that I'm kind of beholden to Berath now, for bringing me back, but... But, well, you're the one who's always been there for me."
"I'm sure there's plenty more mysteries ahead of us." She told the night's sky. "And pranks, and puzzles."
Finally tearing her eyes away from the sky above her, she cast her gaze downward, settling meaningfully on the holy symbol in her hand. "At least, if you'll still have me?"
For the briefest moment, she could have sworn that she saw the metal eye move on it's own, flashing her an exaggerated wink, and a wide smile began to spread across Aubrey's face.
Tucking the pendant safely back under her shirt, she turned her smile skywards, feeling as though a heavy weight had been lifted from her shoulders. "Thanks! I promise that I won't let you down."