"Oh, you're one to talk," K'ile started in at Luha. He could smell the distress emanating from her. He'd smelt it all the way from K'zhumi's tent, even through his dulled senses. K'yohko was an idiot to tell K'ile to leave him alone, that he couldn't give K'luha what she wanted. Typical of him. Given half the chance, K'luha would take what she wanted, whether K'ile knew it or not. That's the main reason he'd gotten close to her at all. She took comfort from him that he didn't know how to give. So, really, K'ile didn't even try. He just walked up to her and held a hand out to her. "I wanted to make sure you were okay. I'd started having nightmares where your legs fell off or something got in your blood. People had me a bit worried with their talk."
Something warked loudly in his ear, making him cringe painfully. More offensive was the sudden stink of chocobo all around him, a stench more offensive than a week-old carcass. K'ile flinched away from the giant vulture and gave it a whimpy bonk in the beak with a half-formed fist.
Something warked loudly in his ear, making him cringe painfully. More offensive was the sudden stink of chocobo all around him, a stench more offensive than a week-old carcass. K'ile flinched away from the giant vulture and gave it a whimpy bonk in the beak with a half-formed fist.
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