Watching her play was always a treat. It helped her relax, and it made you feel good to see her in her element. You sat near her on a chaise, reorganizing your cards and herbs. Myrrh and lavender hazed the air.

Eventually growing bored, Nadia retires next to you. She adores the way you work. She loved seeing how gently you’d hold your herbs and your crystals, as if a breath could take them from you. More than that, she loved you.

With a quiet sigh, she shuffled closer and rested a hand upon your knee.

“You’re beautiful, you know. In everything you do.”

She utters, pressing an adoring kiss to your cheek.

“So beautiful. And all mine..”