Later on, as dusk settled over the ship, Esme returned to Acheron's side. Since Neville had taught her how to make the vaccine, she had brought some with her aboard. Though she wasn't entirely sure if it would work, she hoped it might cleanse whatever sickness the dark waters had carried into his bloodstream.
She thought about Finn and hoped he was doing okay in the Damned.
Drawing in a careful breath, she injected the vaccine into his arm. A faint wince crossed his face, and when it was done, she helped him ease back onto the pillow, making sure he was comfortable.
"It feels wrong just lying here," he rasped, forcing a weak chuckle. "Guess I should enjoy the special treatment from our dear Luna while it lasts, before I'm fully healed and back on my feet again."
Esme's lips curved into a faint smile. "You should focus on getting better first. Althea hasn't stopped crying– she blames herself for what happened. You should talk to her when you can. But try to get some rest for now."
