CHULANE
Chulane had accepted the No that Korbin had laid out, eventually. After a short confrontation over a meal he just wanted to share with someone. But it was hard to avoid the boy in such a small town, when he was trying to be active, to help the region survive its harsh climes, and help at the local bar which his sister owned.
Push had come to shove though - Chulane had rejected the No when it became apparent that Korbin was going to hurt himself, or someone else (like he had to Chuy) through his actions. Chulane had forced himself on the boy, had made him stand up, dragged him to a safe space where he could clean up and the infection of grief could finally be lanced.
It still left a bitter taste in his mouth, that he had needed to go that far. Relief and guilt warred in him, and would for some time, though he would go on as he always did - shoving it aside, focussing on the here and now.
Mouth pulled into a concerned line at the boy's question - this was also why Chulane had a healthy wariness about alcohol. He wasn't interested in making his body feel like shit the next morning, wasn't interesting in coming to rely on it just to feel normal. Every now and then, he gave into the peer pressure and drank socially, but otherwise?
"Just water," he said, gently plucking the cup from Korbin's hands to refill it, before giving it back.
The boy was feverish, but then, it was to be expected. Injuries, hangovers (though likely he was still a bit drunk, given how early in the morning it was), but the healer from last night should have magicked away any chances of true infections at least.
"Try to eat. If it doesn't stay down, then let it come up, sleep it off, and try again." He instructed, putting his plate back down after taking another quick bite of his bread, and scooping his ningo egg into his mouth. It was a simply meal, and would hopefully settle easily in the boy's roiling stomach, but… only one way to truly find out.
He picked up Korbin's plate and held it before the boy, happy to hold it steady while the boy picked the food off it. And just to be safe, he got a small bin ready to catch what might come up as well.
Push had come to shove though - Chulane had rejected the No when it became apparent that Korbin was going to hurt himself, or someone else (like he had to Chuy) through his actions. Chulane had forced himself on the boy, had made him stand up, dragged him to a safe space where he could clean up and the infection of grief could finally be lanced.
It still left a bitter taste in his mouth, that he had needed to go that far. Relief and guilt warred in him, and would for some time, though he would go on as he always did - shoving it aside, focussing on the here and now.
Mouth pulled into a concerned line at the boy's question - this was also why Chulane had a healthy wariness about alcohol. He wasn't interested in making his body feel like shit the next morning, wasn't interesting in coming to rely on it just to feel normal. Every now and then, he gave into the peer pressure and drank socially, but otherwise?
"Just water," he said, gently plucking the cup from Korbin's hands to refill it, before giving it back.
The boy was feverish, but then, it was to be expected. Injuries, hangovers (though likely he was still a bit drunk, given how early in the morning it was), but the healer from last night should have magicked away any chances of true infections at least.
"Try to eat. If it doesn't stay down, then let it come up, sleep it off, and try again." He instructed, putting his plate back down after taking another quick bite of his bread, and scooping his ningo egg into his mouth. It was a simply meal, and would hopefully settle easily in the boy's roiling stomach, but… only one way to truly find out.
He picked up Korbin's plate and held it before the boy, happy to hold it steady while the boy picked the food off it. And just to be safe, he got a small bin ready to catch what might come up as well.
it is better to know some of the questions
than all of the answers
than all of the answers
