[ What was an actual effort made to comfort someone (because he's not someone who likes touching others or being touched in the first place) becomes some sort of an automated gesture as time slips past them quietly. Sion, whose breath is growing increasingly calm is an indication that he is feeling better and therefore, Tieria too relaxes.
The words Sion said, he understands. In his place, Tieria would probably says the same thing but he's also aware of how selfish it is to ask someone who cares to do nothing when you're in danger. That's why, instead of being angry at Sion's request, he answers it instead, looking straight into Sion's eyes.. ] If you think I will watch you suffer and do nothing or worse leave you for my own safety, you must be an idiot to spend most of your time in my company. [ The answer is a no, Sion.
He observes the King whose eyes seem completely set on his, and wonders what is going on in that muddled head of the Roland's ruler. There's so much he doesn't know about him but yet at the same time, he felt like Sion has shown him, whether by choice or not, that he's not the smiling idiot he likes to projects to others. Tieria knows that he's capable of much more than he lets on, but he also has an incredibly large skeleton in his closet. One that he's not ready to share or tell him. Regardless of it, there's one thing Tieria can be sure of. Sion cares for others much more than he would ever admit to.
There's also another thing... The mana bonds wrapping securely around them, the circuitry that promises recovery and safety feels increasingly similar. It's as if they're made of the same origins, although different in their own ways. Is it because of the extended duration of their mana bonding together? Or something else?
Those questions however, will have to wait. Right now, he has other questions to deal with. ] It's simply an indication that I'm using my abilities, not all of which are related to battle. My dormant abilities cannot be used here but in situation where I could normally access them, usually when I'm highly concentrated, they will still change color. [ He gives Sion a look, judging him silently even if he answers the request. ]
I broke a rib or two when the ship's pillar fell on me while capsizing. It's not an injury I chose to sustain. [ Really, Sion? This person who is the least qualified to lecture him about him about self-preservation is actually attempting to? He's not taking this crap from you, Sion. ]
Unlike you who purposely put yourself in the line of danger to protect people regardless of whether you're capable of handling them or not, I take calculated risk. I know what I can and cannot handle better than you will admit that you hid something this risky and dangerous from me. Take your own advice, Sion Astal.
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The words Sion said, he understands. In his place, Tieria would probably says the same thing but he's also aware of how selfish it is to ask someone who cares to do nothing when you're in danger. That's why, instead of being angry at Sion's request, he answers it instead, looking straight into Sion's eyes.. ] If you think I will watch you suffer and do nothing or worse leave you for my own safety, you must be an idiot to spend most of your time in my company. [ The answer is a no, Sion.
He observes the King whose eyes seem completely set on his, and wonders what is going on in that muddled head of the Roland's ruler. There's so much he doesn't know about him but yet at the same time, he felt like Sion has shown him, whether by choice or not, that he's not the smiling idiot he likes to projects to others. Tieria knows that he's capable of much more than he lets on, but he also has an incredibly large skeleton in his closet. One that he's not ready to share or tell him. Regardless of it, there's one thing Tieria can be sure of. Sion cares for others much more than he would ever admit to.
There's also another thing... The mana bonds wrapping securely around them, the circuitry that promises recovery and safety feels increasingly similar. It's as if they're made of the same origins, although different in their own ways. Is it because of the extended duration of their mana bonding together? Or something else?
Those questions however, will have to wait. Right now, he has other questions to deal with. ] It's simply an indication that I'm using my abilities, not all of which are related to battle. My dormant abilities cannot be used here but in situation where I could normally access them, usually when I'm highly concentrated, they will still change color. [ He gives Sion a look, judging him silently even if he answers the request. ]
I broke a rib or two when the ship's pillar fell on me while capsizing. It's not an injury I chose to sustain. [ Really, Sion? This person who is the least qualified to lecture him about him about self-preservation is actually attempting to? He's not taking this crap from you, Sion. ]
Unlike you who purposely put yourself in the line of danger to protect people regardless of whether you're capable of handling them or not, I take calculated risk. I know what I can and cannot handle better than you will admit that you hid something this risky and dangerous from me. Take your own advice, Sion Astal.