[ Rather than respond right away, he simply falls silent while continuing to tend to the wounds on her arm. Fortunately, there does not seem to be too much blood, but he does not wish to leave the site uncleaned. There are medicated ointments available, provided by the house staff, and he selects one of them to place upon her injuries before he binds them once more. He is making good progress, driven along by the anger he is attempting to cause to subside, but he pauses in his work when she rests her hand upon his.
The fire that was welling up inside him begins to fade, leaving behind still glowing embers, but as he gazes at her, the fury in his eyes also fades and is replaced by a look of apology. ]
I am sorry, I am meant to be caring for you and giving you comfort, and here I am being distressed and more than likely causing distress in turn. You need to be resting, and I ought to be reassuring you.
[ His back stiffens slightly as a thought occurs to him then. ] Does K'thisru need tending as well? [ He very nearly drops the formality of her name but catches himself at the last minute, as she has not given him permission in so many words to do so. ] I imagine that G'raha can manage, but perhaps I should ensure that supplies and bandages are provided to him as well.
[ But his attentions are distracted once more, as Alkaid goes on to relate more about the encounter with Zenos. He cannot read her mind nor her thoughts, but he suspects that having to put an end to the man once and for all is not sitting well with his dearest. ]
If I might ask... Do you feel guilt, or blame yourself that you were not able to bring him back with you? [ It is a strange circumstance, because he cannot stop himself from feeling no small amount of anger directed at the man who is no longer living. But he is not cruel enough to believe that even a man such as Zenos deserves to be left at what might as well be the farthest away point that it is possible to be. ] Or do you regret having to be the one to give the final blow?
[ In either case, he would say that she has very little to feel guilty about, but he knows full well that such thoughts are not easily uprooted once they have formed. ]
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The fire that was welling up inside him begins to fade, leaving behind still glowing embers, but as he gazes at her, the fury in his eyes also fades and is replaced by a look of apology. ]
I am sorry, I am meant to be caring for you and giving you comfort, and here I am being distressed and more than likely causing distress in turn. You need to be resting, and I ought to be reassuring you.
[ His back stiffens slightly as a thought occurs to him then. ] Does K'thisru need tending as well? [ He very nearly drops the formality of her name but catches himself at the last minute, as she has not given him permission in so many words to do so. ] I imagine that G'raha can manage, but perhaps I should ensure that supplies and bandages are provided to him as well.
[ But his attentions are distracted once more, as Alkaid goes on to relate more about the encounter with Zenos. He cannot read her mind nor her thoughts, but he suspects that having to put an end to the man once and for all is not sitting well with his dearest. ]
If I might ask... Do you feel guilt, or blame yourself that you were not able to bring him back with you? [ It is a strange circumstance, because he cannot stop himself from feeling no small amount of anger directed at the man who is no longer living. But he is not cruel enough to believe that even a man such as Zenos deserves to be left at what might as well be the farthest away point that it is possible to be. ] Or do you regret having to be the one to give the final blow?
[ In either case, he would say that she has very little to feel guilty about, but he knows full well that such thoughts are not easily uprooted once they have formed. ]
Tell me more about what troubles you.