KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
This time, Korbin noticed the healing. Didn't really feel it, save for a slight warmth and the grating sensation of bone scraping against bone as the his arm righted itself. The pain drained away, and a few scratches on his face melted off like they'd never even been there.
He couldn't bring himself to speak, even to say thank you. But the wall was down, all his emotions laid bare, and the sentiment was there. Faint, distant, like all of him... but it was gratitude all the same.
In a daze, he stumbled after Loren. Led by the hand, like the kid he felt like... it was all he could do to set one foot in front of the other. It wasn't right, he had to get a grip. This was his home, he should be the one to lead the way, find a spot, huddle down to ride out the storm. Yet... yet he couldn't pull his head from the haze. Recognized it as shock, and knew he would be in trouble if it set in deeper, healer present or not.
Looking down on his hands, he expected the gloves to be covered in crimson. But they were clean. Too much so. The only one to bleed was Loren... and it took him so long to notice it that the would was gone by the time he thought to glance at it. Nifty trick, the healing...
"Is that... a cave?" Hoarsely, he called for Loren's attention and pointed towards a dark shadow beneath an outcrop of rock in the mountainside. It was hard to see for the snow, but it looked deep. Perhaps enough to shelter two people.
He couldn't bring himself to speak, even to say thank you. But the wall was down, all his emotions laid bare, and the sentiment was there. Faint, distant, like all of him... but it was gratitude all the same.
In a daze, he stumbled after Loren. Led by the hand, like the kid he felt like... it was all he could do to set one foot in front of the other. It wasn't right, he had to get a grip. This was his home, he should be the one to lead the way, find a spot, huddle down to ride out the storm. Yet... yet he couldn't pull his head from the haze. Recognized it as shock, and knew he would be in trouble if it set in deeper, healer present or not.
Looking down on his hands, he expected the gloves to be covered in crimson. But they were clean. Too much so. The only one to bleed was Loren... and it took him so long to notice it that the would was gone by the time he thought to glance at it. Nifty trick, the healing...
"Is that... a cave?" Hoarsely, he called for Loren's attention and pointed towards a dark shadow beneath an outcrop of rock in the mountainside. It was hard to see for the snow, but it looked deep. Perhaps enough to shelter two people.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
