[ you died is on the tip of her tongue, but he already knows that. they’ve already been through this and she was hoping, against all odds, that this would be something neither of them had to experience again. she would have taken his death blow herself again if she’d known what was happening, except you couldn’t even consider what had happened to be a death blow, could you? his life had been snuffed out, without him having the chance to fight back.
it still makes her angry, even angrier than seeing his death over and over again, knowing she’d been in part responsible for it. it doesn’t do her any good and the thing responsible is dead. she still feels it, but she can’t focus on that right now. what he needs from her isn’t anger.
he lets go of her good hand (funny how the hand that had been chemically burned is now her good hand) and feels out the splint and bandage on her wrist. his touch is gentle, but the barrier isn’t what it should be and it hurts. she grits her teeth against the pain and cups the side of his face. ]
Yes. And then we killed it. [ not exactly in that order, but. ] It’s been set, it’s fine. What about you? [ her voice is still strained with grief, tears stinging the backs of her eyes. ] Are you okay? Does anything feel wrong?
[ she’s a little too focused on him to notice the state of his lantern, but it seems to have caught the tree spirit’s attention. he whimpers again, trying to get their attention. ]
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it still makes her angry, even angrier than seeing his death over and over again, knowing she’d been in part responsible for it. it doesn’t do her any good and the thing responsible is dead. she still feels it, but she can’t focus on that right now. what he needs from her isn’t anger.
he lets go of her good hand (funny how the hand that had been chemically burned is now her good hand) and feels out the splint and bandage on her wrist. his touch is gentle, but the barrier isn’t what it should be and it hurts. she grits her teeth against the pain and cups the side of his face. ]
Yes. And then we killed it. [ not exactly in that order, but. ] It’s been set, it’s fine. What about you? [ her voice is still strained with grief, tears stinging the backs of her eyes. ] Are you okay? Does anything feel wrong?
[ she’s a little too focused on him to notice the state of his lantern, but it seems to have caught the tree spirit’s attention. he whimpers again, trying to get their attention. ]