Xydane listened as Kiht explained, occasionally giving small, barely noticeable nods. He glanced up when she pointed to the sky. Things would indeed become troublesome if the tracks washed away. Xydane knew they had to leave but when he turned his attention to Clover and Andre, things became complicated. He was unsure if the other two were ready to continue. The danger would only worsen and Xydane did not want to place Clover in danger, nor did he think Andre should be chasing down any enemy; not with those wounds.
But leaving the two of them here arose problems of its own. If the two of them stayed behind, there was still the possibility of Ixal in the area. He was about to suggest bringing them along to ensure their safety but he stopped himself. Xydane always felt the need to protect others. He trusted himself to get the job done. If left in the hands of others, there was no guarantee everybody would be okay. It was selfishness on his part but he wanted to be the one to protect the weak. But when he looked at Clover and Andre, he sighed. They were not weak. One of them was wounded, yes, but he recognized their strength. They could take care of themselves. Still, he mentioned the possible danger as he unsheathed his sword and handed it to Andre.
“In case something happens…,†Xydane says to wounded Hyur and his eyes turn to Clover’s for a moment before continuing, “…while Kiht and I are away. Take care of her.â€
He wanted to continue, to tell Andre to do everything to protect Clover, but there was no time for it. Lowering his hood, Xydane out of habit placed a hand on the empty sheathe by his side while the other hand gripped the handle of the huge axe resting on his shoulders. He turns to Kiht, his eyes nearly covered but his face noticeable solemn as he says, “Let’s go hunting.â€
But leaving the two of them here arose problems of its own. If the two of them stayed behind, there was still the possibility of Ixal in the area. He was about to suggest bringing them along to ensure their safety but he stopped himself. Xydane always felt the need to protect others. He trusted himself to get the job done. If left in the hands of others, there was no guarantee everybody would be okay. It was selfishness on his part but he wanted to be the one to protect the weak. But when he looked at Clover and Andre, he sighed. They were not weak. One of them was wounded, yes, but he recognized their strength. They could take care of themselves. Still, he mentioned the possible danger as he unsheathed his sword and handed it to Andre.
“In case something happens…,†Xydane says to wounded Hyur and his eyes turn to Clover’s for a moment before continuing, “…while Kiht and I are away. Take care of her.â€
He wanted to continue, to tell Andre to do everything to protect Clover, but there was no time for it. Lowering his hood, Xydane out of habit placed a hand on the empty sheathe by his side while the other hand gripped the handle of the huge axe resting on his shoulders. He turns to Kiht, his eyes nearly covered but his face noticeable solemn as he says, “Let’s go hunting.â€
