[ Her ears stand on end at the sound of the moan that comes from her sister. Immediately, she takes to brushing the hair by K'thisru's ears and holding her hand. A smile is given to the younger Miqo'te. ]
Of course... we both must be alright to everyone else. [ Alkaid tilts her head knowingly. ] But, to each other, there's no point in hiding it. Especially to the one who has healed you her whole life.
[ Alkaid's fingers move to her bangs then. ] Tell me where it hurts the most. I'll see to it that is where the hot press goes first.
[ Even with her sister's words ringing in her ears, she still feels as though she ought not to be acting like this. Whatever hurts she has will heal with time, or with her sister's care, and others have had it far worse.
She tries to pinpoint just what it is that hurts the most, but the answer seems to be everything: her head is pounding and her legs still seem to ache. Just where exactly she was hit, she is having trouble recalling. Her legs draw up again once more and she shifts just a little to curl up, her head still in Alkaid's lap.
Turning her head just a little so that half of her face is hidden in her sister's lap, she half-mumbles: ] Anywhere you want to put it is fine.
[ Because everything seems to hurt and even one place that hurts less will help. ]
[ The hand at her head continues to brush through the darker locks. Alkaid has always found it interesting her sister dyed her hair dark, for now the two of them do look like sisters instead of mispaired ones. She smiles gently at the thought and moves her fingers to brush the back of K'thisru's ears. The other hand moves down to her sister's back, attempting to find the source of most the pain by following her aether trail. ]
So, I take it to mean our mysterious caller is the one you have been seeing? [ She has already surmised as much, but, feels its best to get clarification. ] He looks rather ornate, doesn't he? And, he is most certainly mysterious.
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Of course... we both must be alright to everyone else. [ Alkaid tilts her head knowingly. ] But, to each other, there's no point in hiding it. Especially to the one who has healed you her whole life.
[ Alkaid's fingers move to her bangs then. ] Tell me where it hurts the most. I'll see to it that is where the hot press goes first.
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She tries to pinpoint just what it is that hurts the most, but the answer seems to be everything: her head is pounding and her legs still seem to ache. Just where exactly she was hit, she is having trouble recalling. Her legs draw up again once more and she shifts just a little to curl up, her head still in Alkaid's lap.
Turning her head just a little so that half of her face is hidden in her sister's lap, she half-mumbles: ] Anywhere you want to put it is fine.
[ Because everything seems to hurt and even one place that hurts less will help. ]
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[ The hand at her head continues to brush through the darker locks. Alkaid has always found it interesting her sister dyed her hair dark, for now the two of them do look like sisters instead of mispaired ones. She smiles gently at the thought and moves her fingers to brush the back of K'thisru's ears. The other hand moves down to her sister's back, attempting to find the source of most the pain by following her aether trail. ]
So, I take it to mean our mysterious caller is the one you have been seeing? [ She has already surmised as much, but, feels its best to get clarification. ] He looks rather ornate, doesn't he? And, he is most certainly mysterious.
[ To the First... to avoid the Calamity... ]