Thalassa
The tired heaviness of her limbs only gets worse as she files away the pain like something she'll reference later when there's light to read the damning words. Right now, she can't think of much more than the desire to curl up and sleep for a long time, someplace warm and safe - perhaps inside a fire or a river of lava. There's the inkling of a thought that wonders if it has to do with the new shape she'd taken on, but thoughts like those are too taxing when the weight of her eyelids feel unbearable.
Her nod is tiny, barely a tip of her head that she doesn't stop. She won't voice that he can carry her, the pride and exhaustion proving too much for her to say the words, but there's permission in the way she lingers, curled close to his chest for more than just the heat he brushes against her cheek. She only manages to mutter softly as she shrinks a little smaller. "I lost track of where I was..." In more ways than one, but she's not sure if she'd be able to find her way home right now, worried that the thoughts required to do so would reopen the wounds that have been hastily cauterized by Asta's presence.
Her nod is tiny, barely a tip of her head that she doesn't stop. She won't voice that he can carry her, the pride and exhaustion proving too much for her to say the words, but there's permission in the way she lingers, curled close to his chest for more than just the heat he brushes against her cheek. She only manages to mutter softly as she shrinks a little smaller. "I lost track of where I was..." In more ways than one, but she's not sure if she'd be able to find her way home right now, worried that the thoughts required to do so would reopen the wounds that have been hastily cauterized by Asta's presence.
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Stare with me into the abyss
