this pair of wings worn and rusted from too many years by my side
He stops for a moment, meeting her eyes with his own tired blue ones, his blood running slowly onto her hands. Later she will be disturbed by this, but for now she is satisfied simply to have him listening this much. "Okay. Loren, listen, I'm going to help you. But for that I need you to-"
Before she can finish he's acting again, pushing out with his magic and voice. This time the sweat flies from him and out, including a Amalia. Like bullets they slice and sting her skin, but none of that is as bad as the canteen which slams into her abdomen, wrenching the air from her lungs.
A grimace warps Amalia's face at the sudden wall of pain, but she keeps her grip on Loren's forearms, tightening the wrap of her fingers around his wounded skin. "Vi's beard, Loren," the Shield hisses, aggravation making her voice shake. She has one last play in mind before she gives up and forces it down his throat. "Look. The water - it's special. Hot. Like lava, because Tanau gave it to us. Doesn't that sound good? Drinking some lava?"
Before she can finish he's acting again, pushing out with his magic and voice. This time the sweat flies from him and out, including a Amalia. Like bullets they slice and sting her skin, but none of that is as bad as the canteen which slams into her abdomen, wrenching the air from her lungs.
A grimace warps Amalia's face at the sudden wall of pain, but she keeps her grip on Loren's forearms, tightening the wrap of her fingers around his wounded skin. "Vi's beard, Loren," the Shield hisses, aggravation making her voice shake. She has one last play in mind before she gives up and forces it down his throat. "Look. The water - it's special. Hot. Like lava, because Tanau gave it to us. Doesn't that sound good? Drinking some lava?"
