thousand times I've fallen

KIADA you kneel and say your prayers with shaking hands and a mouth full of metal but the blood in your mouth tastes nothing She would have come with him immediately if she could, but she couldn’t. She had to step away to grab a few things he might need, to grab Auni, to try and figure out how the fuck to apologize and how much she wasn’t a healer, cursing herself for that small fact too. But soon enough, they tell her where they’ve put him — not a bed to her surprise, but somewhere cold and dark and honestly pretty fucked up all things considered. So she hisses against the frustration she has, feet taking her down the stairs into the cold and damp cellar of a sort, Auni swift at her heels. She opens the door and the Luxere pours his light into the room, glowing antlers as he moves to sniff at Korbin, to do his own little checkover. And then she’s there, kneeling in the glass before she realizes it, growling when she does and using a cloth to push it away. Then she’s hovering over him, iceberg eyes narrowed and focused. “I’m sorry Korbin, I’m so fucking sorry.” She rushes out, spotting a piece of glass as she goes to try and get it out from around him, using her cloth where she can to try and patch up the wounds — some she had caused. Her dark hair spills over her shoulder into his chest as she works, and anxiety pools in her stomach. nothing, like holy wine as it drips from your tongue during confession and your hail mary feels h o l l o w in the face of all that r e d