my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
Amun saw the building collapse. Heard Jigano's cry. Saw Amalia, battered form half-buried under the rocks. Saw her staff, the one she’d used to heal them, lying with the Ascended. So, nearly catatonic as the potter still was, he grabbed for it. First he healed his own wounds, though it couldn’t do anything for his mangled hand and his damaged hip. Then, gritting his teeth, he levered himself to his feet, using it as a walking stick.
Limping over, he managed to make it to her without collapsing, though he needed to sit on a convenient piece of rubble. Then he rested the end of the staff on her shoulder as gently as he could manage with the bard in the way, healing her as well, though Amun didn't know how any of this magic stuff worked."Hang in there, kitty." Holding the staff in the crook of his arm, he tried to reach up for the frantic Jyoti, hoping to calm both the starwhale and the baker.
Limping over, he managed to make it to her without collapsing, though he needed to sit on a convenient piece of rubble. Then he rested the end of the staff on her shoulder as gently as he could manage with the bard in the way, healing her as well, though Amun didn't know how any of this magic stuff worked."Hang in there, kitty." Holding the staff in the crook of his arm, he tried to reach up for the frantic Jyoti, hoping to calm both the starwhale and the baker.
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
