The world's a little blurry,
or maybe it's my eyes,
or maybe it's my eyes,
Looking closer at the extent of his burnt skin, Thal didn't feel her actions were justified despite her own frustration and panic in the moment. She nodded her head in 'acceptance' of the apology, but she didn't really feel it necessary. Everything had come down to her own inability to separate pride, instincts, and sparring. Her head still hung as she repeated softly, "I'm sorry..."
Hadama's comforting hand made her feel like a small child beneath the weight of his forgiveness. She shrunk a little further, but a little color returned to her pale face when he assured her of his wellbeing, even if she still smelled the cooking of his skin. Latching onto the focus of purpose, Thal turned away, trying to build up the confidence that had fallen away. "Of course. We should get you out of the heat." Perhaps it would help with the pain she knew he was in and help her work to amend her mistake.
[FIN]
Hadama's comforting hand made her feel like a small child beneath the weight of his forgiveness. She shrunk a little further, but a little color returned to her pale face when he assured her of his wellbeing, even if she still smelled the cooking of his skin. Latching onto the focus of purpose, Thal turned away, trying to build up the confidence that had fallen away. "Of course. We should get you out of the heat." Perhaps it would help with the pain she knew he was in and help her work to amend her mistake.
[FIN]
the friends I've had to bury
they keep me up at night.
they keep me up at night.
Thalassa
