There was something endearing about the Xaela's attitude. He was like a lost puppy. So alone, so devoid of anything that mattered, like a purpose. Oh, how he was dying for one. That was why he was still there, inside that silent room that held every answer-- every answer he couldn't see yet. It almost made her smile.
Careful hands moved to the bandage, touched it with the softness of a feather before they started removing it gently. For a moment, there was silence, one that might have been uncomfortable for the warrior as the female Raen unwrapped his wounds and exposed his debility.
"Is it because I am Raen?" She asked suddenly with her characteristic soft voice, eyes still on her task. "Or because I am weak?"
She didn't bother to clarify what she meant, for she didn't consider him stupid. It was perfectly obvious what she was talking about: his aversion, so evident from the first minute. And yet, despite everything, there was no trace of having taken offense in her tone.
Careful hands moved to the bandage, touched it with the softness of a feather before they started removing it gently. For a moment, there was silence, one that might have been uncomfortable for the warrior as the female Raen unwrapped his wounds and exposed his debility.
"Is it because I am Raen?" She asked suddenly with her characteristic soft voice, eyes still on her task. "Or because I am weak?"
She didn't bother to clarify what she meant, for she didn't consider him stupid. It was perfectly obvious what she was talking about: his aversion, so evident from the first minute. And yet, despite everything, there was no trace of having taken offense in her tone.
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
