[ The note that is sent back carries very little, save a letter and a set of vials, each labelled. One is poison, created from ivy and the sap of plants, another a light coloured paste, noted to heal wounds 'from the knife that powers you' and another which is fine powder - 'for those fine cheeks that bring naught but smiles'. ]
Clarke.
I return to you gifts to keep you safe, to care for you when the Light comes and you fear you may fall. Let the poison guard your blade, the medicine heal your wounds and the rouge colour your cheeks when fear or nerves make you pale.
The drawings you make are welcome, beautiful, and I shall treasure them. Do not think otherwise.
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Clarke.
I return to you gifts to keep you safe, to care for you when the Light comes and you fear you may fall. Let the poison guard your blade, the medicine heal your wounds and the rouge colour your cheeks when fear or nerves make you pale.
The drawings you make are welcome, beautiful, and I shall treasure them. Do not think otherwise.
Lauralae.