and indeed, just think: in many ways, body and soul,
i have been more a battlefield —
They had gotten her stable enough to be moved, to a separate room while she recovers with the watful eye of the Sword. And with it, worry settles in that she might not be able to be fixed – that the last time she had seen Bastien, wounded and in pain would be the last vision she ever had of him. But, despite her uncertainties and her worries, Deimos is there. Zuriel is there. She knows them, and trusts them – trusts him more than she could ever realize.
And at least she can talk now. And she figures perhaps an apology, for the fear of what it must have looked like. And a thank you, for removing the beam from her chest.
“I’m sorry… if I scared you.” It’s quiet, hoarse, gods she’s so tired. “And thank you. For removing the beam. And healing me.” Perhaps he can tell her exhaustion levels with her weariness, with the way she simply slumps, unable to bend her hands at the wrist, unable to see anything. Unable to, well, do anything. At least it was quiet here.
And at least she can talk now. And she figures perhaps an apology, for the fear of what it must have looked like. And a thank you, for removing the beam from her chest.
“I’m sorry… if I scared you.” It’s quiet, hoarse, gods she’s so tired. “And thank you. For removing the beam. And healing me.” Perhaps he can tell her exhaustion levels with her weariness, with the way she simply slumps, unable to bend her hands at the wrist, unable to see anything. Unable to, well, do anything. At least it was quiet here.
— than a human being
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