Sah
Sah watched the movement of the cloth, tracking it with what he thought was ease. Yet, he hadn't seen the flower until Hadama suddenly pulled it out. He took it in hand, eyes inquisitive as he flipped it over before handing it back with a grin. "You were. Well done. I didn't see the flower until you pulled it out."
It was clearly a difficult trick given the rumpled state of the petals and the blood. But Hadama had pulled it off. Sah's eyes went to one of the scratches with a furrowed brow, "Would you like me to heal that for you?" The hybrid didn't know the extent of the man's abilities or if he could heal himself. Still, he didn't want his friend to walk away with scratches across his palm and wrist.
It was clearly a difficult trick given the rumpled state of the petals and the blood. But Hadama had pulled it off. Sah's eyes went to one of the scratches with a furrowed brow, "Would you like me to heal that for you?" The hybrid didn't know the extent of the man's abilities or if he could heal himself. Still, he didn't want his friend to walk away with scratches across his palm and wrist.
My soul is in the sky
-William Shakespeare
-William Shakespeare
