Once upon a time, there was a girl in a tower

((not sure if there is one like this or not, but who cares?))

"Excuse me? Are you accusing me of crimes i have not commited?I do not know who you are before you told me and i certainly do not know of any Ozpin."

She was clearly very shocked to be so boldly accused by a stranger, and of such horrible crimes too.

Something was wrong. She seemed genuinely shocked and confused. Maybe even offended at the accusation. She looked similar but also not as twisted as he remembered. Something was very wrong.

"What..?" It wasn't adding up. Nothing here made sense. If he thought right, Salem would rather torture them all or straight out murder, not try talking her way out. She was too powerful to bother with negotiations. Or was she..? Clearly it was her, but also... not her.

"I have no clue how i ended up here, the last thing i remember before was being in my tower, as always...."

This was truly a strange twist of fate, and everything seemed so far beyond what she had seen from her tower and read about in books...

It couldnt be.... Could it?

".....We might be able to get some answers if we go see the god of light.... He might have the answers we both seek."

The immortal witch let out a sigh of relief at the boy's words. She had expected that he would have refused and she would end up having to heal him by force.

She carefully lead the boy towards the nearest medkit and started carefully clean and bandage the wound.

"Since I can't... die, I tend to... throw myself in the way of attacks meant for others."

"Just because you cant die, doesnt mean you should throw yourself into it. The feeling of pain is likely to still be there for you.... Not to mention the pain that those who care for you will end up feeling. "

She knew all too well that being immortal doesnt make getting injured any less painful. And while she didn't have much in terms for people who truly cared for her well-being currently, she knew that there was a special kind of pain along with the guilt for those you chose to protected.

Oscar

Those were not the words that she had expected from the current host of Ozma's soul and she hadnt expect the boy to be so casual about bleeding as much as he was.

"I m-mean! I've been injured before and bled a lot and um...."

Has he bled more than currently? The blood hasn't turned to ichor, as far as he's aware. It's still a decidedly human red. So... he thinks it's not a big deal but Salem looks like she might have a heart attack if he declines her help... He'll just have to let her, right?

You can tell her no.

Oscar draws in a deep, wet breath and coughs softly, sheepishly.

The immortal witch let out a sigh of relief at the boy's words. She had expected that he would have refused and she would end up having to heal him by force.

She carefully lead the boy towards the nearest medkit and started carefully clean and bandage the wound.

return of fae verse... cornerwitch cares about sleepy

The young fae was taken a bit by surprise at hearing Cornerwitch, she hadnt expected anyone would find her here.

With Sleepy having been the reason Salem had returned underhill, even for a small period of time, she'd been going around again. Small visits, just to appease her son who had gone through the effort of finding her-she'd reprimanded him for giving Sleepy such a fright already-- and to... see how things are going. Not that she wanted to be formally recognized as returned, but... Well, curiosity was a powerful thing for the fae.

So to find the very same child crying? Well, Cornerwitch wasn't going to say she was fond of her--no, that would put more value on her head than she already had-- but she did care about why she was crying.

".....Its more like mother took me and kicked them out."

The young fae didnt know the whole story of what had happend between her parents before her father and sisters were thrown out, but she knew they had a lot of disagreements leading up to it