CHULANE
A glimpse into the past of the Sword, a hint at what made him him. Perhaps one day, when the illness was through, when his mind was clear and his trust intact, he would tell them again, in more detail, of his past, of the trials and tribulations that he went through, the wars and hardships and good times too. Chulane could hope, could cling to the optimistic thought that they were going to get through this. He let Morgan probe further, let her be the one to see what else the Sword might share, might relive, in a space where he could do so safely, with friends and support nearby.
If anything, finding Deimos today only further solidified the Chief's resolution to find a cure.
Seeing a canine nose take over the man's face was comical, though Chulane restrained the laughter. He merely frowned, and held the glass back up to his own nose to take another sniff. "Definitely only apples here. Loren drank a whole jug of them." He wasn't aware of the details of the history Deimos and the healer might share, but he suspected there was something there - and if making it into a competition got the Sword to drink, it was worth it.
"But if you're not up for it," he shrugged, and made to put the glass back on the bedside.
If anything, finding Deimos today only further solidified the Chief's resolution to find a cure.
Seeing a canine nose take over the man's face was comical, though Chulane restrained the laughter. He merely frowned, and held the glass back up to his own nose to take another sniff. "Definitely only apples here. Loren drank a whole jug of them." He wasn't aware of the details of the history Deimos and the healer might share, but he suspected there was something there - and if making it into a competition got the Sword to drink, it was worth it.
"But if you're not up for it," he shrugged, and made to put the glass back on the bedside.
it is better to know some of the questions
than all of the answers
than all of the answers
