Liam
And I feel like my castle's crumbling down
And I watch all my bridges burn to the ground
And I watch all my bridges burn to the ground
Liam watched with concern as Maea paused, clearly taking inventory of what may or may not be injured. When she showed her hands, partially flayed from scrambling to keep from falling into the waters of the Stone Symphony, Liam hissed sympathetically. While Maea had asked for a knife, he wasn't sure that she was in any state to use it. Drawing a dagger that he kept on his belt - he'd learned early on never to leave home without a weapon - he reached not for Maea, but for his own arm, slicing through the fabric of his shirt to tear off a sleeve.
He sat the knife between them - she could use it if she wanted - and then held up the fabric, ripping it into a long, thin strip. He looked at her hands, then her face. "May I?" he asked, gesturing towards her hands. If she agreed, he would take one of her small hands in his and gently begin to wrap the fabric of his sleeve around the wounds.
He sat the knife between them - she could use it if she wanted - and then held up the fabric, ripping it into a long, thin strip. He looked at her hands, then her face. "May I?" he asked, gesturing towards her hands. If she agreed, he would take one of her small hands in his and gently begin to wrap the fabric of his sleeve around the wounds.
And you don't want to know me, I will just let you down
You don't wanna know me now
You don't wanna know me now
