Mateo
Comically disproportionate (and useless in an actual fight) though he might be, Mateo will still make quite the effective bodyguard for Koa as he leads them out of the building, shoving where he needs to and hissing curses in the travelling tongue should anyone try to amble too close or get in their faces. They all but spill out into the alleyway, the botanist stepping away from his friend to straighten out his waistcoat and take the necklace of delicate finger bones from around his neck.
By the time he's more or less happy with the state of himself again, even if he smells like sweat and blood instead of the delicate bouquet he'd spritzed himself with before leaving home, he turns back towards the Dragoon only to huff out a long sigh at the state of him. "A cosa stavi pensando, Koa?"
The other man will find Mateo filling his vision again soon enough, the botanist crouching before him and smiling weakly, feeling far too sober now for any of these shenanigans. "Here," he says, holding out the necklace - which is now softly glowing - to press it against his bare chest to let pulses of healing magic thrum through his body.
By the time he's more or less happy with the state of himself again, even if he smells like sweat and blood instead of the delicate bouquet he'd spritzed himself with before leaving home, he turns back towards the Dragoon only to huff out a long sigh at the state of him. "A cosa stavi pensando, Koa?"
The other man will find Mateo filling his vision again soon enough, the botanist crouching before him and smiling weakly, feeling far too sober now for any of these shenanigans. "Here," he says, holding out the necklace - which is now softly glowing - to press it against his bare chest to let pulses of healing magic thrum through his body.
if anything could fall at all, it's the world that falls away from me
