NIKI
"I..." Rubbing at his eyes with the heel of his free hand, Niki takes a slow breath in and sighs it out, as if to give the cogs of his mind a chance to stop locking up with rust and to turn again, albeit slowly. "At least stay to enjoy some of the soup you made for me," he says at last, a self-deprecating smile curling at his lips. "Even if you likely only had perhaps three ingredients to use."
Shifting awkwardly to get his good leg beneath him and using his cane to help push himself to his feet, Niki at least isn't overcome by dizziness this time, even if his nap on the floor makes him look impossibly ruffled and somehow even more gaunt, his clothes wrinkled, his cheeks still a bit pink. "Well, I did not have any strange dreams, and apparently I did not get up and walk around either So it must have worked. I am glad you found it useful as well."
Itching to ask about those feather daggers but not trusting himself to properly retain any of the information, Niki leans on his crutch and gestures towards the kitchen. "I do have coffee here, if you do not mind the instant sort," he offers.
Shifting awkwardly to get his good leg beneath him and using his cane to help push himself to his feet, Niki at least isn't overcome by dizziness this time, even if his nap on the floor makes him look impossibly ruffled and somehow even more gaunt, his clothes wrinkled, his cheeks still a bit pink. "Well, I did not have any strange dreams, and apparently I did not get up and walk around either So it must have worked. I am glad you found it useful as well."
Itching to ask about those feather daggers but not trusting himself to properly retain any of the information, Niki leans on his crutch and gestures towards the kitchen. "I do have coffee here, if you do not mind the instant sort," he offers.
stay your pretty eyes on course
keep the memories of who i was before
keep the memories of who i was before
