Above all shadows rides the Sun
As hurt and frustrated as he was, Zavien still didn't enjoy seeing his friend in pain. The moment the oozing of blood seemed to stop, he decreased the pressure, although he kept his hands there as support in case the wound opened back up. All the while, he listened to the rushed apologies and excuses. He could tell that Tal really was sorry, but the physical and mental wound had still landed.
Sighing, he sat back on his heels, finally releasing his hold to run a hand through his sweat slick hair. "I can understand your reasoning. Gods know I've felt the same, but to harm yourself..." He shook his head, trying to push aside the actions and focus on the friend he knew. "Even if I can't support the methods, I hope you understand that I will always support you. You're my friend and I would never abandon you to fight alone." His eyes were earnest and sincere as he looked to Tal. He would never judge someone for their choices and he hoped his friend knew that, but he also would have preferred a warning. But then again he thought, would he have let Tal do it? Zavien wasn't so sure.
Then some of the rambling came back to him. "Wait. There's poison on it?! Tal! I don't have any antidotes! Are you going to be okay?!" He rushed to grab the arm again and look at the skin, checking for any black, purple, or green hues. Fear coursed through his veins. Was he going to see another person die in the sands of Hak Etme? Why was Tal so calm about it? He kept looking at the man, wondering if this would be the last moments they'd be able to spend together.
Sighing, he sat back on his heels, finally releasing his hold to run a hand through his sweat slick hair. "I can understand your reasoning. Gods know I've felt the same, but to harm yourself..." He shook his head, trying to push aside the actions and focus on the friend he knew. "Even if I can't support the methods, I hope you understand that I will always support you. You're my friend and I would never abandon you to fight alone." His eyes were earnest and sincere as he looked to Tal. He would never judge someone for their choices and he hoped his friend knew that, but he also would have preferred a warning. But then again he thought, would he have let Tal do it? Zavien wasn't so sure.
Then some of the rambling came back to him. "Wait. There's poison on it?! Tal! I don't have any antidotes! Are you going to be okay?!" He rushed to grab the arm again and look at the skin, checking for any black, purple, or green hues. Fear coursed through his veins. Was he going to see another person die in the sands of Hak Etme? Why was Tal so calm about it? He kept looking at the man, wondering if this would be the last moments they'd be able to spend together.
Zavien
