[ He's glad but above all else, he's simply relieved that somehow Sion has heard him beneath the influence of the darkness that enveloped him. Tieria who has no idea what to do in that situation, he could only held on to him and hope that Sion was strong enough to break his way out. So to hear that his effort, small as it was, had helped is enough to put a faint smile on his otherwise worried face.
Finding no need to explain it, he simply continues stroking Sion's hair, content that he doesn't have a dead body in his arms. In all honesty, he wants to yell at Sion for not telling him about something this important but Tieria also realizes that it's really pot calling the kettle since he himself is unlike to tell anyone about himself either. But he will still ask for clarification, once Sion's heart stops beating a 100miles/perHour. Until then, he could wait.
Sion's question however, raises more questions to him. The way Sion equates the situation to something he did, as though he has any control of it, is puzzling. Especially when Tieria could tell from what he felt, that presence is not Sion. It may comes from within him but it's not the King's mana that he picked up and certainly nothing like the bright protective idiot Sion is. It's malicious, evil and destructive, even towards Sion. The way it attempts to claw out of Sion, in such reckless abandon that Tieria is convinced would destroy him, suggests that it's an invasive presence, much like a virus that would attempt to destroy it's host.
Sion must have his own reasoning equating something of that manner to himself but Tieria isn't foolish to believe him.
That thing is not Sion Astal. ]
No. You will not hurt me beyond being incredibly irritating on a daily basis. [ Which is easily solvable by yanking at his hair. ] I've just went through a situation that requires my utmost concentration, that's all.
[ The words he chose certainly place no blame on Sion whatsoever and that's exactly how he meant it. ]
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Finding no need to explain it, he simply continues stroking Sion's hair, content that he doesn't have a dead body in his arms. In all honesty, he wants to yell at Sion for not telling him about something this important but Tieria also realizes that it's really pot calling the kettle since he himself is unlike to tell anyone about himself either. But he will still ask for clarification, once Sion's heart stops beating a 100miles/perHour. Until then, he could wait.
Sion's question however, raises more questions to him. The way Sion equates the situation to something he did, as though he has any control of it, is puzzling. Especially when Tieria could tell from what he felt, that presence is not Sion. It may comes from within him but it's not the King's mana that he picked up and certainly nothing like the bright protective idiot Sion is. It's malicious, evil and destructive, even towards Sion. The way it attempts to claw out of Sion, in such reckless abandon that Tieria is convinced would destroy him, suggests that it's an invasive presence, much like a virus that would attempt to destroy it's host.
Sion must have his own reasoning equating something of that manner to himself but Tieria isn't foolish to believe him.
That thing is not Sion Astal. ]
No. You will not hurt me beyond being incredibly irritating on a daily basis. [ Which is easily solvable by yanking at his hair. ] I've just went through a situation that requires my utmost concentration, that's all.
[ The words he chose certainly place no blame on Sion whatsoever and that's exactly how he meant it. ]