You are not alone
When she opens her eyes to see Liam's haggard expression, she's not the least bit surprised by the answer he gives. He looks miserable - worse than when he got here. Bags have formed beneath his eyes, a paleness coating his skin and the obvious exhaustion now taking hold.
Her lips purse with the barest hint of displeasure, pretending not to feel the smallest pang of guilt for his suffering. If he was someone else, she'd relish in the pain, but she doesn't like knowing this was just another tally on a list of debts she owes.
Pushing the thoughts aside, she looks away and downs the rest of her drink before smirking at the comment of having his life drained. "It is." The point, that is. But the humor vanishes as quickly as the alcohol, her spine straightening against the discomfort. "That should be enough." From his end at least.
Thal shrugs her shoulders, brushing her fingers lightly over where the bruise has healed considerably. "It's obviously the opposite for me. Your energy flowed to me freely. Some of the pain is gone because of it, and I can feel that the worst of my injuries have healed." Her hands drops back to the counter, a melancholy smile twisting when she add, "But it would take quite a bit more to completely close it all." More from him or from multiple sources.
Finally looking to Liam again, she assesses him with a sharp, scrutinizing gaze. "Will you be okay getting back home?" Doubt laces her tone, wondering if he even has the strength to stand from the bar. She hadn't thought she'd taken that much from him, but perhaps the magic is more powerful than she'd anticipated.
Her lips purse with the barest hint of displeasure, pretending not to feel the smallest pang of guilt for his suffering. If he was someone else, she'd relish in the pain, but she doesn't like knowing this was just another tally on a list of debts she owes.
Pushing the thoughts aside, she looks away and downs the rest of her drink before smirking at the comment of having his life drained. "It is." The point, that is. But the humor vanishes as quickly as the alcohol, her spine straightening against the discomfort. "That should be enough." From his end at least.
Thal shrugs her shoulders, brushing her fingers lightly over where the bruise has healed considerably. "It's obviously the opposite for me. Your energy flowed to me freely. Some of the pain is gone because of it, and I can feel that the worst of my injuries have healed." Her hands drops back to the counter, a melancholy smile twisting when she add, "But it would take quite a bit more to completely close it all." More from him or from multiple sources.
Finally looking to Liam again, she assesses him with a sharp, scrutinizing gaze. "Will you be okay getting back home?" Doubt laces her tone, wondering if he even has the strength to stand from the bar. She hadn't thought she'd taken that much from him, but perhaps the magic is more powerful than she'd anticipated.
- Thalassa -
You are not unknown
