[ His injuries are numerous. That was not what caused the fear and panic that took her when she saw him after the battle with Zorc. It was how grievous the injuries were. She had feared at first that they had lost him to the Evil God; a sense of mutual destruction. That very same fear is what grips her again the moment she sees his hand fall to his side and the blood begin to soak the bandages.
She guides him down to the bed as gently as she can. Her thumb gently brushes against his cheek bone before she forces herself to pull away. The ends of her mid-back length hair brush along him the moment she pushes her tired body from the bed to grab new bandages. While her family has the power to heal through magic? His wounds will still need to heal in traditional way - for both their sakes.
Moments later she returns to his side, pulling the skirt of her dress up in order to sit fully on the bed. She wishes she had the magical reservoir in her to ease him to sleep as she can only imagine the pain he is in. What little is left must go to healing his reopened wound. The new bandages are set to the side before she sets about working. She is as gentle as she can be in lifting the old bandages from the skin. An apologetic glance is spared down to him before her tear filled gaze settles back to his wound.
Her hands then raise to be merely centimeters from the bleeding wound and her eyes slip shut again to focus. Her hands are enveloped in a golden but warm glow. She channels it to him, attempting to help the skin reform into its' delicate state. A tingling sensation starts at the tips of her fingers. There is little mana to pull from now and her body is demanding she realize this. Finally, she relents, pulling her hands back to dip them in the bowl of water to the side. She cleans and dries them, then sets back to gently re-bandaging his wound.
Lunafreya simply sits there a moment. She slowly reaches out for his own hand then, fingers curling around his with a strong grip. Her eyes drift shut as her thumb brushes over his hand to give what comfort she can for the pain he must be in. Her other hand raises to the crown of his head, fingers gently brushing his hair to soothe him. It takes what little remains in her to remain upright and awake, hoping she might help calm him into a needed rest. ]
There is little else I can do for you right now... so please, rest. You can't lead - you can't govern - like this. You've saved your kingdom and those in the capital. Let those who remain govern until you can sit upright again.
[ Lunafreya's eyes close if only to keep tears at bay. ] I will be here - at your side - until you tire of me. I'll do what I can so you might return to your people.
[ Her head lowers as she bites her lip. She wishes nothing more for him to remain in this world with them -- with her. Seeing him in such state has only caused her to realize how much she treasures the idea of being in his court. Even if he values her presence for only the counsel and direction she provides. Though her feelings may not be returned? Being in a world that he is alive in is enough; being in his court and near him is enough.
Although, there a part of her remains that wishes for more. ]
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She guides him down to the bed as gently as she can. Her thumb gently brushes against his cheek bone before she forces herself to pull away. The ends of her mid-back length hair brush along him the moment she pushes her tired body from the bed to grab new bandages. While her family has the power to heal through magic? His wounds will still need to heal in traditional way - for both their sakes.
Moments later she returns to his side, pulling the skirt of her dress up in order to sit fully on the bed. She wishes she had the magical reservoir in her to ease him to sleep as she can only imagine the pain he is in. What little is left must go to healing his reopened wound. The new bandages are set to the side before she sets about working. She is as gentle as she can be in lifting the old bandages from the skin. An apologetic glance is spared down to him before her tear filled gaze settles back to his wound.
Her hands then raise to be merely centimeters from the bleeding wound and her eyes slip shut again to focus. Her hands are enveloped in a golden but warm glow. She channels it to him, attempting to help the skin reform into its' delicate state. A tingling sensation starts at the tips of her fingers. There is little mana to pull from now and her body is demanding she realize this. Finally, she relents, pulling her hands back to dip them in the bowl of water to the side. She cleans and dries them, then sets back to gently re-bandaging his wound.
Lunafreya simply sits there a moment. She slowly reaches out for his own hand then, fingers curling around his with a strong grip. Her eyes drift shut as her thumb brushes over his hand to give what comfort she can for the pain he must be in. Her other hand raises to the crown of his head, fingers gently brushing his hair to soothe him. It takes what little remains in her to remain upright and awake, hoping she might help calm him into a needed rest. ]
There is little else I can do for you right now... so please, rest. You can't lead - you can't govern - like this. You've saved your kingdom and those in the capital. Let those who remain govern until you can sit upright again.
[ Lunafreya's eyes close if only to keep tears at bay. ] I will be here - at your side - until you tire of me. I'll do what I can so you might return to your people.
[ Her head lowers as she bites her lip. She wishes nothing more for him to remain in this world with them -- with her. Seeing him in such state has only caused her to realize how much she treasures the idea of being in his court. Even if he values her presence for only the counsel and direction she provides. Though her feelings may not be returned? Being in a world that he is alive in is enough; being in his court and near him is enough.
Although, there a part of her remains that wishes for more. ]