CHULANE
Can you hear it echoing?
Take my hand
Take my hand
It was a sensation like no other. A sense of otherness, of awareness of a part of him that had always been there but never been brought to his attention before - was it his soul? The scientist-minded vet, who was very much an atheist wasn't sure how to take it, almost shying away from it instinctively - but then, Caido was not Earth. Caido was unlike anything he'd ever known, and this was just another aspect of that unknown-ness, that peculiarity that he would come to know and grow with.
Chulane leaned into it, physically and metaphysically, embracing the luxere as he reached out to him, feeling the bond form between their hearts and souls in a way that felt so familiar and right as well as new and daunting. Through his dampened vision, he breathed a shadow of a smile to his lips, looking to Deimos. "I… He feels so weak, so heartbroken, but now he's relieved, and tired, but determined." How could he sufficiently describe everything he felt?
Leaning his forehead forward, he took a deep breath, one that was matched with one the luxere took in between sips of drink. From there, the luxere seems able to carry the weight of his own head without assistance, and nosed around after the treats that Chulane had left for him on the bedding. "I think… I think we got here just in time. I think he's going to.." He couldn't quite bring himself to say be alright, because he couldn't quite grasp that any of them were going to 'be alright' after all of this.
"..he's going to live." He finished after the moment of indecision. Leaning back in his kneel, he gave the luxere some space, feeling a need to catch his breath. A few moments, and everything settled some - his gaze scarcely left the luxere's, watching carefully as the little beastling summoned strength and life and vitality into his movements once again. Then, Chulane looked to Deimos. "So.. What happened? You and Amalia..?" He may as well ask it now, may as well see what he could do, while he had moments of focus in between the tormenting waves of grief that would no doubt rise again soon.
Chulane leaned into it, physically and metaphysically, embracing the luxere as he reached out to him, feeling the bond form between their hearts and souls in a way that felt so familiar and right as well as new and daunting. Through his dampened vision, he breathed a shadow of a smile to his lips, looking to Deimos. "I… He feels so weak, so heartbroken, but now he's relieved, and tired, but determined." How could he sufficiently describe everything he felt?
Leaning his forehead forward, he took a deep breath, one that was matched with one the luxere took in between sips of drink. From there, the luxere seems able to carry the weight of his own head without assistance, and nosed around after the treats that Chulane had left for him on the bedding. "I think… I think we got here just in time. I think he's going to.." He couldn't quite bring himself to say be alright, because he couldn't quite grasp that any of them were going to 'be alright' after all of this.
"..he's going to live." He finished after the moment of indecision. Leaning back in his kneel, he gave the luxere some space, feeling a need to catch his breath. A few moments, and everything settled some - his gaze scarcely left the luxere's, watching carefully as the little beastling summoned strength and life and vitality into his movements once again. Then, Chulane looked to Deimos. "So.. What happened? You and Amalia..?" He may as well ask it now, may as well see what he could do, while he had moments of focus in between the tormenting waves of grief that would no doubt rise again soon.
All the stars we steal from the nightsky
Will never be enough
Will never be enough
