Chulane chimed in and Morgan nodded to his words too, wanting to make sure Deimos could see how many people were willing to support him. The Sword did not say much but she felt that she could see in his eyes some understanding, something vulnerable there open and willing to accept their friendship. Between them her and Chulane got him back up again and she felt a new energy in her determined to help Deimos to the infirmary.
When they finally reached it, empty as it was with Loren gone and the underlings busy trying to see to the sick, she guided Deimos to the first bed there and turned him slowly so he could sit on it and lay down if he wished. "There. Would you like me to remove your shoes?" She asked quietly, knowing it was undignified but willing to do the task if he required it.
When they finally reached it, empty as it was with Loren gone and the underlings busy trying to see to the sick, she guided Deimos to the first bed there and turned him slowly so he could sit on it and lay down if he wished. "There. Would you like me to remove your shoes?" She asked quietly, knowing it was undignified but willing to do the task if he required it.
MORGAN
Snakes are biting at my heels
The worries that refuse to let us go
The worries that refuse to let us go
