A faint smile was drawn in Yura's lips. She didn't stop checking his wounds as she spoke, albeit her careful fingers never made direct contact with his skin.
"You keep evading any sort of question, as if words could burn you," the Raen commented calmly. And it was alright; he could and would avoid talking, but he couldn't prevent other words from reaching his ears. So continue speaking she would, with the same soft tone that barely disrupted the silence.
“From your pride and wounds, I can tell that strength is valuable in your clan, just as much as it is in mine,†she commented, as if she simply wanted to have a conversation while being distracted by her task at hand. “This is why I am my father’s curse, for I am not made of steel; I am but a weak daughter, born from a weak mother. And yet, with this weak body, I was also born with the sight most people lack.â€
Yura placed her hand at a certain distance from one of the wounds, not touching it. She let the aether flow into it for a moment, in an attempt to speed up the recovery process. Then, when the flow of aether ceased and her hand retreated, the Raen finally raised her gaze to meet the Xaela’s under the orange light from the window.
"It is not your approval that interests me, nameless warrior, but your fate.â€
"You keep evading any sort of question, as if words could burn you," the Raen commented calmly. And it was alright; he could and would avoid talking, but he couldn't prevent other words from reaching his ears. So continue speaking she would, with the same soft tone that barely disrupted the silence.
“From your pride and wounds, I can tell that strength is valuable in your clan, just as much as it is in mine,†she commented, as if she simply wanted to have a conversation while being distracted by her task at hand. “This is why I am my father’s curse, for I am not made of steel; I am but a weak daughter, born from a weak mother. And yet, with this weak body, I was also born with the sight most people lack.â€
Yura placed her hand at a certain distance from one of the wounds, not touching it. She let the aether flow into it for a moment, in an attempt to speed up the recovery process. Then, when the flow of aether ceased and her hand retreated, the Raen finally raised her gaze to meet the Xaela’s under the orange light from the window.
"It is not your approval that interests me, nameless warrior, but your fate.â€
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
