CHULANE
The Chief hoped that Eunike's appearance would further soothe Zuriel, but he had his doubts, knowing what he did about the proud and fiercely loyal unicorn. When they came to a rest and gently laid the former-General on the bench, he breathed about as hard as Morgan did. Between them, they had managed, but it was still quite an effort. "Zuriel, I'm sure you've tried to heal him," he continued to speak to the unicorn, reading her body language and the sensations through Auni to accurately estimate her feelings on taking Deimos inside and away from her immediate reach. "We need to keep him safe, inside - I promise you he will be safe."
They had to help the Sword, and to do that they had to convince his bondmate that it was worth having this time apart. "Please Zuriel, Auni will take you to shelter, where you can find water and food. You need to be strong for him, too." He didn't know what else to say, how much of his words would be comprehended - he didn't have the ability Amalia had, to speak to animals directly, to understand them intimately, but he could try in his own way, at least.
Speaking of Amalia…
"His wife… well," Chulane began talking, in hope of providing an answer for the Sword. "They're not exactly together at the moment." He looked at Morgan, almost apologetic for not informing her of this knowledge before this moment. "It wasn't relevant until now. I don't know who else might need to know he's here." Kia. Kia would've wanted to know. But she's gone. He looked to the man, putting a hand to his forehead gently, feeling the fever rising despite the cool environment they'd just crossed. "Deimos? We're gonna get you better."
They had to help the Sword, and to do that they had to convince his bondmate that it was worth having this time apart. "Please Zuriel, Auni will take you to shelter, where you can find water and food. You need to be strong for him, too." He didn't know what else to say, how much of his words would be comprehended - he didn't have the ability Amalia had, to speak to animals directly, to understand them intimately, but he could try in his own way, at least.
Speaking of Amalia…
"His wife… well," Chulane began talking, in hope of providing an answer for the Sword. "They're not exactly together at the moment." He looked at Morgan, almost apologetic for not informing her of this knowledge before this moment. "It wasn't relevant until now. I don't know who else might need to know he's here." Kia. Kia would've wanted to know. But she's gone. He looked to the man, putting a hand to his forehead gently, feeling the fever rising despite the cool environment they'd just crossed. "Deimos? We're gonna get you better."
it is better to know some of the questions
than all of the answers
than all of the answers
