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[GP] All we can do is learn to swim

Grief is like the ocean; it comes on waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim. - Vicki Harrison

"You're sure?" Regina already knew the answer but demanding that Sam tell her what she already knew satisfied something petty in her. Or maybe just something hurt that hoped he'd have a different answer than her locator spell had already provided.

"Yeah." Sam half-rolled his eyes at her as he leaned across the pink bar counter to grab bottles of beer from the Silver Bar ice bin -- probably the results of Rebekah's last work-effort at the Inn -- for himself and his newly arrived companion.

Briefly, Regina considered burning a hole in the seat of his jeans, but it wouldn't bring Rebekah or any of the absent ones back. Instead, she took refuge in straightening her A-line and walking around the stylish counter Sam lay across like he was surfing the waves of grief. She took down a bottle of pointlessly pricey champagne, and then found the precise cut-crystal glasses Rebekah and Miss Fisher had preferred for their afternoon indulgences. She poured herself a glass and one for the person who dared her openly bitter expression.

"So who all are we missing?" they both said at once, glared at each other and sighed. They both knew the answers, in their own way and for their own reasons. And neither of them wanted to say.

Rebekah Mikaelson. Henry Winchester. Jack Robinson. Phryne Fisher. Dorothy Williams. Angua von Uberwald. Jaime Vegas. Harry Dresden. Lydia Martin. Raleigh Becket. Yasmeen. Joanna Beauchamp. Constance Bonacieux D'Artagnan. Lindsey McDonald.

"Grief is like the ocean," Sam clearly quoted from some fucking where, and Regina tuned him out until he added, "All we can do is learn to swim. Rebekah told me that."

Now Regina rolled her eyes; they weren't friends. "Shut up, Sam."

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The shock of another voice wasn't as intense as it had been with Buffy, but Molly had still been focused on her feelings that she hadn't noticed another approach. Rather than Buffy's unexpected comment, Kash's brought out an unexpected laugh. The sound was a bit more brittle than humorous.

"I think it's a made up word to be honest but I like your definition better. It's supposed to literally divide something and since it's earth magic ---." She pointed toward the hole, "I'd rather divide something else but this seemed probably a better idea."

Not that Molly would admit to wanting to divide someone's head from their shoulders but you couldn't really do that if you didn't know who you wanted to direct the anger toward - besides Fate.

Torn between Sacred Flaming the fuck out of the hole she'd made and giving her something to hit, Kash bought himself a moment by admitting, "I tried that once. Gods don't die so easily."

In a way, that made the choice simpler. "Gimme a sec." He scouted out a rock among the rubble, about five by five, and walked over to heft it up the incline. Once he'd set it up, Kash gripped his symbol and spoke the words to shape the stone.

Hell of a thing to blow Stone Shape on an idol of a faceless goddess for Molly to destroy, but he was coming to understand healing took a lot of different forms. And if the goddess looked a little like a certain self-righteous halfling paladin of Bahamut (more than like the wife he preferred not to invoke at all), well maybe he was healing himself, a little too.

When he stepped back, he nodded, smiled a little and walked back toward her. "There. Have at."

Molly was confused as to what he was doing, up to and including his work with a stone. It wasn't until he was finished that she realized what he'd done. Or at least attempted to do. She'd opened her mouth to ask if it was anyone in particular, but to be honest Molly didn't care. She was happy to destroy anything and there was a part of her that was glad he hadn't been repulsed by that desire. She wasn't sure that she could curb it even if she wanted to and she didn't want to.

"I wish I had really destructive magic right now, but -- this will work. Furīzu." Most of Harry's spells were Latin based or at least sounded Latin where hers were Japanese, sort of. She got her inspiration from Anime.

Kinetic energy flowed from her rings and into the energy surrounding her causing her hair to stand out. A crackling sound started from the edge of the stone, where the moisture in it turned to ice. Molly had only tried an ice spell a couple of times since learning of her fate. Some of it was morbid curiosity and some of it was to see if she could. It was a success as like the Venus De Milo statue, bits broke off with a satisfying sound.

Seeing the statue icing over, Kash whistled his approval. He might be a cleric but no one had ever accused him of being peace-loving. Having things to kill suited him well, as long as they deserved it. So he punctuated her shattering with a precise strike of sacred flame that knocked one of the flying chunks out of the sky.

"If I'm honest, hitting things with a mace or a spear is more satisfying. Really putting your body weight behind it."

"I wanted to learn some offensive magic, but I'm not getting very far on my own." Molly admitted. I've mostly just adapted what I do with defensive magic to offensive." She smiled slightly, "but man it feels good to blow things up."

She totally got the thrill Harry got with his fire magic. Molly always felt useless when she helped Harry out. That she wasn't doing enough.

"You want to learn to fight, I can teach you that."

At least it'd be better than teaching a bunch of farmers how to die in droves, and a hell of a lot nicer to look at. Her ice magic would probably adapt well for battlefield control and with her height she'd be able to see...

He shrugged heavily and a little awkward at thinking of her like a Whitestone recruit, and then shoved his hands into his pockets.

It was an offer that she hadn't expected, nor was it one that she thought that she'd ever ask for outloud. Harry had made it clear where her talents lived and that was defensive. She'd used her defensive for offensive while he was gone, but to learn how to fight, that was more precious to her than gold - or power. It meant that she would have more to offer and if her path did lead toward being the Winter Lady, she would need every arsenal at her fingertips.

"Seriously? I'd love that. I give you fair warning, I've never done anything like that, every training I ever had was for defensive."

Except when it came to her siblings, that was totally oldest sibling offensive smacking.

"I just spent months training a bunch of farmers not to stab themselves with their spears before a dragon could get to them. You'll do fine." And it would be something worth doing.

He jutted his chin toward the shattered stone idol. "Done tearing heads off?" If she wasn't, they'd have to take a walk and find something else for her to rip apart.

Molly had a purpose now and that helped her anger/grieving over Harry's disappearance a lot. Not that she wouldn't mind smashing more things, but the end game had changed for her.

"I'm okay now. Not that I wouldn't want to rip someone's head off still if they pointed out whoever was responsible for the big leave, but I'll pour that energy into a new focus."

Looking her over--and trying not notice her body language more than her body, Kash nodded. "Yeah. All right." And then, not an offer he made lightly, but willingly enough because he ought to know her if he was teaching her to fight: "You want to talk about what or whoever drove you out here in the first place?"

It was an automatic response to say no but Molly stopped herself before saying it. She had people here that she could talk to about Harry and would get it, Butters and Carlos definitely. Regina would, too but in a different way. Kash wouldn't understand at all but it was a window into Molly's life and the bond that she had with Harry. And that right there, that thought was suddenly important that he see that glimpse of that part of her life.

"Yeah, I would. It's both a who and a what." Molly admitted as she looked at the destruction around her. It was still satisfying and she didn't regret it one little bit. "The what is Fate - the bitch always kicks me in the teeth. The who is Harry. He's my mentor, teacher and best friend." Well Molly considered him a best friend, even though she knew that Harry didn't. That was her father and Karrin.

"When I left my world, he was dead." A death that she helped with and it seemed like both it hadn't taken - which was a good thing. And that it had been for nothing since he'd still become the Winter Knight. "It was great to see him again." She turned to look at Kash without maintaining eye contact for the soulgaze, "Saying it outloud makes me sound like a whiny kid, but it hurts to lose him again."

While she spoke, Kash moved closer, put himself where it was more of a conversation than an interrogation. He stopped when he was a little closer than arm's reach and watched her expressions shift and the way she didn't meet his gaze. Strangely, he didn't think she was lying, which he ordinarily would if someone avoided eye contact.

What he saw and heard, instead, was that she hurt and she felt deeply. It earned his respect and thawed some of his usual reserve. "No it doesn't," he said when she'd finished, voice whiskey-rich and a little gruff. "It makes you sound like someone who lost someone who matters to them. And it's worse, because for a few minutes, it probably felt like he was unkillable. You'd have to be a cold-hearted bitch not to hurt from that."

"I should be happy that he left with the person that means the most to him." Molly confessed, "and I am - well I will be. Our lives are filled with Fate stepping in and kicking us in the ass. I knew that it was too good to be true, but I didn't let myself think about it. How many people wish that they could get even one extra minute with someone that died? And I got so much more than that. But it still hurts and it pisses me the hell off."

She laughed dryly. "Obviously from the ruined ground and stone." This time the amusement was genuine as she continued. "Thanks for that by the way. Letting me explode your creation. It did help a lot."

For a few beats, Kash felt that same paralysis he had earlier in the day when he'd talked to Vex. He didn't know what to say or how to help, because this wasn't something he could sink magic into and fix, and there was no one for him to stab. And Fate kicking people in the ass, even if it wasn't Fate was sort of his and Vox Machina's stock-in-trade. Plus Harry was a lucky sonuvabitch and that made him miss Zahra with every fiber of his being again.

He swallowed and forced himself to take a breath. "It was the only thing I could think of." Because honest was about all he had at the moment. "Burn yourself, and I can fix it in a heartbeat. But I can't do shit about this."

That response was so Harry that Molly felt a twist in her heart but she pushed it away, burying it with the other emotions already buried.

"I learned my lesson of quick fixes." Molly said with a wry expression and offered truth for truth. "Despite the spells you saw earlier, my specialty is mind magic. I can walk through people's minds and help them heal or change habits to help." She was quiet for a couple of heartbeats before continuing. "My friend Rosie, lost a baby because of drugs and I thought I was helping when she was pregnant again by making her have a fear response when she would want it so that she'd have a healthy baby. All I did was hurt her in a different way."

She glanced over at him, "sometimes you have to let people hurt to help them the most. That's a lesson I'm still working on." Molly's lips quirked, "I'm a little stubborn."

"Yeah. You're gonna have to forgive me if I don't buy into that one." A very slight curve of Kash's mouth suggested he understood it better than his words suggested. And, of course, he did. Some healings had to be accomplished far more slowly than the magic could do it, in order to give the person a chance to adjust. And if Kash had occasionally not fully healed something to keep a hothead from rushing off and getting killed before they'd learned their lesson, well, that was between him and Life.

More quietly, sober, Kash said, "What you did for your friend might've been wrongheaded, but it was righthearted. You have a protector's heart." Like Z.

That was the nicest thing that anyone had ever said to her. Molly always felt guilty about what she'd done to Rosie but the truth was that if she had to do it over again, she would. Sure if she'd had 20/20 hindsight she would have waited until she understood how to do it without harm, but Molly still would have protected her friend and her friend's baby.

"Thanks." Her voice was a little gruff with emotion of missing Harry and the warmth that she felt from the sincere compliment. It was like someone had finally noticed what she'd been trying to do as the Ragged Lady. You have to do what you have to do to get the job done. But in the end, it was protecting Harry's memory and HER city.

Although Kash didn't say anything in response, but only shrugged and sort of nodded, it wouldn't have taken an empath like Molly to know it for sincerity. Kash didn't do emotional scenes. Not well, and usually other than Z and apparently Vex and Pike, not at all.

But when neither of them had said anything after a moment or two, he finally suggested, "Drinks?"

Even if Molly couldn't feel the sincerity, which she could, his body language would have told her. She had years of practice reading her brother, uncles, Harry and Sanya before magic kicked in. Her dad was more demonstrative, she didn't need to read him.

"Drinks sounds great, but how about we skip the bar? Mind magic and other people's emotions don't mix well."

"Yeah, sure."

Whatever she needed, was what he meant, but he didn't know how to say that without pouring too much of himself in it. So he stuck with yeah, and trusted she'd gather he wouldn't leave until she felt ready to be alone.

"There's probably less people at the pool bar." Molly assumed so anyway. When people went to drown their sorrows, it wouldn't be there. Happy people that didn't lose anybody playing in the water, was about all that she could handle.

"There's a quiet spot tucked behind some trees," Kash agreed and jerked his chin in that general direction. "Tell me what you drink and I'll meet you there."

Protecting her and everyone else came easy, like second nature. Which was fine as long as he didn't think too much about why that was.

Not wanting too much of a reminder of home, Molly chose something she liked but not her 'usual' that she drank with Harry. Thinking of home had her thinking of Sanya and that's when she knew what she wanted. "Vodka. Straight up."

"Vodka."

Kash gave her a quick nod and hurried off to get to the bar. Kitty was quick to come to his assistance and when he said vodka, she gave him a chilled bottle and two glasses, along with a knowing look.

He thanked her and headed back toward Molly.

Molly had waited until he'd gone to get the drinks before she let the grief take hold. It was less than it had been, thanks to him and Buffy, but it still hurt. She had to hold on to knowing they would see each other again. If Harry had survived death, they could survive anything.

She pushed the emotion away until she was truly alone. Molly didn't want to let anything seep in and make it worse. By the time, Kash arrived with the bottle and two glasses, there was a slight but genuine smile. "Perfect medicine."

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