[Before they all look in the wells, a package is laid out for Scanlan. Inside is a scarf, winter coat, and warm gloves, all in colors he likes. And a journal. Inside the journal written in Vax's hand is the following.]
Scanlan,
I've been sitting here staring at this page and trying to think about what to say. I guess it's best to start with...lately, I've had a lot of time on my hands. It's funny. With all this time to reflect, I turned to learning the skills of those around me and returning to...my oldest roots.
My mother was a seamstress. I feel a little closer to her each time I make something. Especially for anyone that I care about. I'm glad you're here. I'm so fucking happy to see you. You're where I was for a while; events we've been through haven't happened for you yet.
It's hard. I know it is. I can't imagine how you're feeling about it. I'm here if you ever want to talk about it. I made these for you so you can weather the storms ahead. If the fit isn't right, come to me, and I'll adjust it.
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Before anyone explores the Wells.
Scanlan,
I've been sitting here staring at this page and trying to think about what to say. I guess it's best to start with...lately, I've had a lot of time on my hands. It's funny. With all this time to reflect, I turned to learning the skills of those around me and returning to...my oldest roots.
My mother was a seamstress. I feel a little closer to her each time I make something. Especially for anyone that I care about. I'm glad you're here. I'm so fucking happy to see you. You're where I was for a while; events we've been through haven't happened for you yet.
It's hard. I know it is. I can't imagine how you're feeling about it. I'm here if you ever want to talk about it. I made these for you so you can weather the storms ahead. If the fit isn't right, come to me, and I'll adjust it.
- Your friend, Vax'ildan.