( it doesn't matter that he was literally dead at the time, his stomach still manages to tie in knots that injuries she sustained that he had no ability to protect her from. there's nothing more terrifying than the absolute mortality of the people you love. even worse when there's nothing you can do to stop it.
it tempers him, slightly, to remember that Elektra just had to live through it. ) I'll be fine, ( he promises, even as she tries to feather fingers through his hair and look him in blank eyes. he's still a little lightheaded but honestly, not that concerned about it. he did just die, or... was recorporealized. however the lanterns worked.
it clearly doesn't make her feel any better, as her grip on his hand tightens and she searches for something he can't guess at on his face. ) Elektra, I'm fine. I think I was just disoriented, I already feel better.
( and while he 100% would say that, even if he wasn't feeling particularly better... Matt finds it's actually quite true. the lightheadedness is quickly fading, about as fast as the flicker faded from his lantern. the tree spirit winds vined palms around the lantern as Matt bends to scoop it up from the floor. ) See, I'm fine.
( hopefully the two of them are convinced. the mournful looking mandrake holds onto his lantern, masked face downturned. clearly not as reassured as he'd have liked. )
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it tempers him, slightly, to remember that Elektra just had to live through it. ) I'll be fine, ( he promises, even as she tries to feather fingers through his hair and look him in blank eyes. he's still a little lightheaded but honestly, not that concerned about it. he did just die, or... was recorporealized. however the lanterns worked.
it clearly doesn't make her feel any better, as her grip on his hand tightens and she searches for something he can't guess at on his face. ) Elektra, I'm fine. I think I was just disoriented, I already feel better.
( and while he 100% would say that, even if he wasn't feeling particularly better... Matt finds it's actually quite true. the lightheadedness is quickly fading, about as fast as the flicker faded from his lantern. the tree spirit winds vined palms around the lantern as Matt bends to scoop it up from the floor. ) See, I'm fine.
( hopefully the two of them are convinced. the mournful looking mandrake holds onto his lantern, masked face downturned. clearly not as reassured as he'd have liked. )