I carried my own ashes to the mountains
The battlefield had been a stark education in injuries, demise, and thereafter – so much so that the sterile whiteness of everything didn’t bother him, so much as make him relive other moments he had no mind to share. He could exist within its realm in a detached sort of way – numb to the beckoning outcries or the rampant sources of blood, because he’d lived through it all before. He worked and maneuvered, supplied when there were demands, and continued in that consistent role of provider; but never a mender or healer.
While Sohalia contemplated, Deimos began refilling another container, creation of bandages winding between his hands in gilded rolls, gauze flickering thereafter, until that too was taken. His gaze swept back to her at the next set of words though, and then along the positions amidst the infirmary. “Likely both lands will need the same – any healers and those capable of repairing. Bandages and lumber will probably be in high demand.” He wasn’t certain how much of those could be found within Stormbreak, but any amount helped.
And thereafter, when discussions waned, he could oblige more gratitude. "Thank you, again." There would be more need, more aid, in between lands and regions in due time.
{FIN}
While Sohalia contemplated, Deimos began refilling another container, creation of bandages winding between his hands in gilded rolls, gauze flickering thereafter, until that too was taken. His gaze swept back to her at the next set of words though, and then along the positions amidst the infirmary. “Likely both lands will need the same – any healers and those capable of repairing. Bandages and lumber will probably be in high demand.” He wasn’t certain how much of those could be found within Stormbreak, but any amount helped.
And thereafter, when discussions waned, he could oblige more gratitude. "Thank you, again." There would be more need, more aid, in between lands and regions in due time.
{FIN}
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