amun
By some miracle, they made it out to the open ocean. Amun did a quick scan, and winced as he realized exactly how much damage he'd sustained. However, at Maea's question, he chuckled. "If I say no, will you let me just float here for a bit and not do anything?" Despite the lingering fingers of fear, his voice was oddly cheerful.
It might have a little something to do with the fact that his wounds were already knitting themselves closed, and that he couldn't bruise. Making sure his grip on her was secure, he began towing them both towards the beach, legs kicking in an assured and practiced way. "How are you holding up?"
It might have a little something to do with the fact that his wounds were already knitting themselves closed, and that he couldn't bruise. Making sure his grip on her was secure, he began towing them both towards the beach, legs kicking in an assured and practiced way. "How are you holding up?"
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
