Noah
Glacier eyes bore down on the ancient, jaw feathering again. He scoffed at her insult. Noah had been called worse by people he liked better. He watched her try and fail to rise, watched pain grip her and hold her body tighter and harder than her iron will. His tight jawline slacked some as his lips pulled down into a frown. He reached into his jacket with a tired exhale.
Crouching just out of reach of her grasping hand he pulled out a small stoppered flask. The glass was clouded from travel and use, the liquid inside catching the red-gold light and glittering within. "This is a healing elixir. Nothing else." His voice carried the weight of the truth of it. He didn't have anything in the flask that would harm her. He set the flask down on a flat spur of crystal within her reach and slid it the last few inches with two fingers.
Straightening, he put space between them once more, posture loose but ready if she tried something desperate. "It's not going to sew your arm back together, or your back, but it'll give you enough strength to stand up. Maybe make it somewhere else but here."
Noah has offered to Thal:
Single Use Basic Healing Potion
Type: Light | Style: Other | Level: Basic | Cost: Action
Crouching just out of reach of her grasping hand he pulled out a small stoppered flask. The glass was clouded from travel and use, the liquid inside catching the red-gold light and glittering within. "This is a healing elixir. Nothing else." His voice carried the weight of the truth of it. He didn't have anything in the flask that would harm her. He set the flask down on a flat spur of crystal within her reach and slid it the last few inches with two fingers.
Straightening, he put space between them once more, posture loose but ready if she tried something desperate. "It's not going to sew your arm back together, or your back, but it'll give you enough strength to stand up. Maybe make it somewhere else but here."
Noah has offered to Thal:
Single Use Basic Healing Potion
Type: Light | Style: Other | Level: Basic | Cost: Action
Am I a prisoner to instincts or do my thoughts just live as free
And detached as boats to the dock?
And detached as boats to the dock?
