NIKI
"Hm?" Blinking as if just noticing the person attached to the catalogue of findings he'd been making in his mind, Niki clears his throat and carefully gestures towards her shoulder. "You are still hurt," he says. "You did not have to stop for me, but you did anyway, even though it was uncomfortable for you. Thank you," he repeats, gaze earnest beneath the mop of dark hair.
"If you ever find yourself back in the Greatwood and you need anything, er..." He pats at his pockets, digging around before withdrawing a slightly ragged business card, though it is still tastefully gilded around the edges. The name has been crossed out, replaced by Nikandr Volkov in neat, clear print, but the address is legible enough. "Sometimes I am there and sometimes I am not. If I am, I will help you."
In the meantime, though... "I hope also that you do not get murdered again this weekend."
"If you ever find yourself back in the Greatwood and you need anything, er..." He pats at his pockets, digging around before withdrawing a slightly ragged business card, though it is still tastefully gilded around the edges. The name has been crossed out, replaced by Nikandr Volkov in neat, clear print, but the address is legible enough. "Sometimes I am there and sometimes I am not. If I am, I will help you."
In the meantime, though... "I hope also that you do not get murdered again this weekend."
my body's on the line now; I can't fight this time now
I can feel the light shine on my face
I can feel the light shine on my face
