I take everything seriously,
He stepped away as she dried her hair and face, Sol following as he made a move to retrieve his pack, but her words made him pause. It wasn't a memory he liked to recall - seeing her dead in the sand then Flora vanishing with her body. Zavien had filed it away with the other unpleasant memories of lost battles and people. However, her words brought it rushing back along with a painful understanding for her actions. There didn't seem to be a guide on how to process the emotions that come with death and subsequent resurrection. He knew that well enough.
The Dragoon turned back to look Maea, his own eyes rimmed with regret that deepened the fading circles under his eyes. "I'm sorry. I - hadn't realized that was your second." The ache in his chest made him hesitate to offer his own story, but if there was one thing he could offer her, it was sympathetic solidarity in their shared trauma.
Glancing down at the subconscious wringing of his hands and shirt, Zavien's voice came out low and pained. "I've only experienced it for the first time recently, and I - I don't want to go through that again." His head shook, a small whine from Sol reminding him of where he was and who he was talking to. If only to cast aside the image of darkness that promised renewed nightmares, he forced his body into action, pulling his shirt over his head before accepting the towel from her. "No. I was just finishing. You're welcome to the space."
The Dragoon turned back to look Maea, his own eyes rimmed with regret that deepened the fading circles under his eyes. "I'm sorry. I - hadn't realized that was your second." The ache in his chest made him hesitate to offer his own story, but if there was one thing he could offer her, it was sympathetic solidarity in their shared trauma.
Glancing down at the subconscious wringing of his hands and shirt, Zavien's voice came out low and pained. "I've only experienced it for the first time recently, and I - I don't want to go through that again." His head shook, a small whine from Sol reminding him of where he was and who he was talking to. If only to cast aside the image of darkness that promised renewed nightmares, he forced his body into action, pulling his shirt over his head before accepting the towel from her. "No. I was just finishing. You're welcome to the space."
Zavien
but I also take it lighthearted to recognize I can't control it.
