Laughter is the Best Medicine
“There is a certain kind of magic that some people have. It’s unconscious and uncontrollable but so, so powerful.”
“What is it?”
She stared at him for long enough that he started to look slightly unnerved.
“Is there something wrong?”
“Joy?” She repeated incredulously in lieu of an answer, and he smiled at that as though he had regained the upper hand in their conversation,
“Yes, it is a magic more powerful than any other.”
She threw up her hands at that, and muttered something he didn’t quite catch about unnecessary journeys and tricky people, he watched her impassively,
“This is not the answer you were expecting.”
“You’re damn right it wasn’t!” She exploded, lunging towards him with the frustration of a caged animal that has now seen the outside world, “I travel all this way, looking for an actual answer, and instead I just get the same hippy bullshit that I could have got from the town freak!”
He continued to watch her impassively, drawing his legs up into a folded position and situating himself more comfortably on the rock. “Would you care to join me for some tea?” He asked, as she didn’t show any signs of ceasing her pacing, “I find it’s quite calming.”
She glared at him, her movements stopping with a suddenness that he could not have predicted, “I don’t have time to be calm!” she snapped, twisting her fingers around each other, “My brother is dying!”
“Yes, I remember you mentioned,”
“And the only thing you can say to help is ‘joy’?”
“Who will determine whether or not your brother lives?” he asked, moving to begin brewing the tea anyway.
“Me! I will!”
“Hmm. Will you? Do you have control over the fates? The elements and the people?”
“The Gods.” Her previously expressive voice had fallen into a monotonous fact.
“We cannot hope to know who they will decide to take, but- we can make their lives better for the time they are with us. What do you want your brother to remember you doing for him in his time of incredible sickness?”
Based on the prompt in bold by @givethispromptatry