[ The memories that come to mind of his attack also come through his aether. She can see the dragon attack. How it latched onto his side and meant to kill. He would have died, if he were not a vampire, and had the ability to heal faster than a normal being might.
It brings to mind, for her, another time entirely. A cave and a dragoon--a familiar one at that--bringing Aymeric to her to heal. A large dragon's claw had gone to his back. Recognizing who he was on the spot, but fearing that he would not only not know who she was... but also reject her for what she had been at the time. Phya's ears stand on end and she jolts from the sudden unearthed memory that should not have carried over to this life.
None of her memories should.
Things repeat in odd ways.
Her fingers gently brush through the strands of his hair as he attempts to clutch onto the bed below him. She can do little to comfort as she heals. Truthfully, she had not expected his aether to fight her so much. It wishes to bend and twirl it's own way. Then again, he has always been a particular type of stubborn in all of his lives.
Will his aether recognize her as she continues to work?
Phya gently begins to brush along the bandage in hopes of guiding his aether more directly. Showing it where to connect and mend as opposed to injecting her own into the wound. It would be lost amongst the chaos. ]
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It brings to mind, for her, another time entirely. A cave and a dragoon--a familiar one at that--bringing Aymeric to her to heal. A large dragon's claw had gone to his back. Recognizing who he was on the spot, but fearing that he would not only not know who she was... but also reject her for what she had been at the time. Phya's ears stand on end and she jolts from the sudden unearthed memory that should not have carried over to this life.
None of her memories should.
Things repeat in odd ways.
Her fingers gently brush through the strands of his hair as he attempts to clutch onto the bed below him. She can do little to comfort as she heals. Truthfully, she had not expected his aether to fight her so much. It wishes to bend and twirl it's own way. Then again, he has always been a particular type of stubborn in all of his lives.
Will his aether recognize her as she continues to work?
Phya gently begins to brush along the bandage in hopes of guiding his aether more directly. Showing it where to connect and mend as opposed to injecting her own into the wound. It would be lost amongst the chaos. ]