[She didn't know what was with his sense of timing. But she could not bring herself to be irritated; she was too tired, her breathing still too heavy for a person who was near prone. Here she was cradled, like a child, she thought. She hadn't been as one, but then she might not have tolerated it, even at a young age.
And yet...here, there is the comfort of darkness sinking into her skin, promising horrors and calamity to any that would stand in his way.
The mana that twines around them both, is brought in from the air, is better than if it were brought in from Potekmin, or Shinn. One thought her a bully (rightly so) and the other was mildly concerned about her. Neither would have reacted right to her sinking down onto the floor like this. Her golden eyes open, and shut again. It's easier to keep her eyes closed; she still feels dizzy.]
Yes.
[She murmurs the word, without even sounding snide or grumpy as her usual. How many blisters has he healed, how many more would he see to? She doesn't even complain, knowing what's to come. She's not used to having a caretaker, as she's told him once, and told him many times before. But at least she's limp enough not to make his quick journey a difficult one.]
Don't waste mana.
[It's routine, her mutter, almost reflex now. He doesn't need to use it on her. Sometimes, she's certain he practices healing spells on her like some sort of practice dummy.]
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And yet...here, there is the comfort of darkness sinking into her skin, promising horrors and calamity to any that would stand in his way.
The mana that twines around them both, is brought in from the air, is better than if it were brought in from Potekmin, or Shinn. One thought her a bully (rightly so) and the other was mildly concerned about her. Neither would have reacted right to her sinking down onto the floor like this. Her golden eyes open, and shut again. It's easier to keep her eyes closed; she still feels dizzy.]
Yes.
[She murmurs the word, without even sounding snide or grumpy as her usual. How many blisters has he healed, how many more would he see to? She doesn't even complain, knowing what's to come. She's not used to having a caretaker, as she's told him once, and told him many times before. But at least she's limp enough not to make his quick journey a difficult one.]
Don't waste mana.
[It's routine, her mutter, almost reflex now. He doesn't need to use it on her. Sometimes, she's certain he practices healing spells on her like some sort of practice dummy.]