[ She smiles gently at his apologetic look, giving him a small shake of her head. The fury and ice does not bother her. It has been some time since she has seen such an emotion, but, she does not rebuff or dismiss it. He has his reasons for feeling as he does. Zenos has already damaged her once, and they had thought they had put the matter to rest with the siege of Ala Mhigo. Learning that he was not only back, but hunted them to the edge of creation and demanded one more battle of them. Not only that, but he had left his mark on them once more. ]
Thisru would greatly appreciate the extra bandages, as would Raha. [ The gentle correction is followed by a playful smile and a nudge to his forehead. ] If we are to be married, my love, then they are family. Thisru certainly would not mind you referring to her as such. Raha... well, I think he believes himself removed from it all still. He will most certainly insist on tending to her. He has some knowledge of healing magic thanks to his long years on the First.
[ Her fingers return to brushing along the back of his hand so long that it is stilled. She smiles at him once more, nudging the top of his head this time. His question makes her pause and her eyes close. What is it that truly does bother her of it all? Zenos would not have a place to be buried in Garlemald as he is seen as a traitor and he had no love of his homeland. Perhaps where his body is would remain the best place, fallen on the spot of his glorious battle.
A sigh leaves before she rests her head against his. ]
What healer am I, if I've taken a life? It was Thisru and I, but... even then... [ Alkaid closes her eyes and nearly leans her weight into him. ] I don't recall most of what happened on our way home or even my time in Mor Dhona. Meteion's nest is ruled by dynamis, and so, things are created by emotional energy. Zenos pushed us straight to the brink. Had the transporter not arrived... all three of us may have been there... no matter how hard I pushed my body? It would not move more.
[ Her ears fold entirely to the back of her head. ] It was so much--I... [ Alkaid forces a long sigh to come forward to release the tension in her body. She is tired, yet she wishes nothing more to be in his arms and simply be as might be. ] I missed you. So very much...
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Thisru would greatly appreciate the extra bandages, as would Raha. [ The gentle correction is followed by a playful smile and a nudge to his forehead. ] If we are to be married, my love, then they are family. Thisru certainly would not mind you referring to her as such. Raha... well, I think he believes himself removed from it all still. He will most certainly insist on tending to her. He has some knowledge of healing magic thanks to his long years on the First.
[ Her fingers return to brushing along the back of his hand so long that it is stilled. She smiles at him once more, nudging the top of his head this time. His question makes her pause and her eyes close. What is it that truly does bother her of it all? Zenos would not have a place to be buried in Garlemald as he is seen as a traitor and he had no love of his homeland. Perhaps where his body is would remain the best place, fallen on the spot of his glorious battle.
A sigh leaves before she rests her head against his. ]
What healer am I, if I've taken a life? It was Thisru and I, but... even then... [ Alkaid closes her eyes and nearly leans her weight into him. ] I don't recall most of what happened on our way home or even my time in Mor Dhona. Meteion's nest is ruled by dynamis, and so, things are created by emotional energy. Zenos pushed us straight to the brink. Had the transporter not arrived... all three of us may have been there... no matter how hard I pushed my body? It would not move more.
[ Her ears fold entirely to the back of her head. ] It was so much--I... [ Alkaid forces a long sigh to come forward to release the tension in her body. She is tired, yet she wishes nothing more to be in his arms and simply be as might be. ] I missed you. So very much...