make peace with your broken pieces
"I'm getting there," she replies honestly, squeezing on his hand. Alright is relative, but she is certainly better- much better than she was. Her brain is almost clear now, and though she feels exhausted and filthy it is nothing compared to the sweet sensation of being back in control.
But for all her suffering as an invalid, she had no concept of the toll it would take on the well. She can feel her heart sinking as he describes how it's been the last few days (weeks? Minutes? She has no concept of time since she became sick). Her grip on his hand tightens; she wishes she could convey her pride and sorrow through the Attuned bond. "That's... gods, Ronin," Amalia murmurs, stopping to look up at her friend with open admiration and empathy. "You must be exhausted, I can't imagine... have you had any help?"
But for all her suffering as an invalid, she had no concept of the toll it would take on the well. She can feel her heart sinking as he describes how it's been the last few days (weeks? Minutes? She has no concept of time since she became sick). Her grip on his hand tightens; she wishes she could convey her pride and sorrow through the Attuned bond. "That's... gods, Ronin," Amalia murmurs, stopping to look up at her friend with open admiration and empathy. "You must be exhausted, I can't imagine... have you had any help?"
shield of safrin
