Jesi appeared to the left of the doorway, arms folded across her chest, ‘You must be making progress if she thinks you can venture from the infirmary.’
‘I do this for you, love.’
Jesi had a smirk that could challenge the best of Paks’s, ‘Do it for me if you must, but I’d rather do it for you.’
The Ji’val looked from where she’d ‘seen’ Jesi to Zarayne, nodding slowly, “The Gardens. I miss the trees and hearing the breeze move through their leaves.” Truth be told, the four walls of her room in the infirmary were starting to drive her mad. No one had been willing to let her venture much further than the main infirmary floor, though, fearing she might do something to harm herself. Their concern for her felt overbearing, but there was little she could do about it other than deal with it.
Over the course of the days she’d been in the infirmary, Zarayne showed her a level of patience she wasn’t entirely sure she deserved. The Yellow Sister also never once suggested she should forget Jesi and move on, and for that, the Ji’val would be eternally grateful.