Warren had intended on returning from his vigil to the confines of his room and collapsing under the weight of the world. He had to come face to face, eye to eye with the reality of his - no, their - situation. Days had passed. He had made his report for to Jael'li, then to Ashling. He had expected his face to crack under the weight of his words, under the sin of his guilt. He had expected to crawl back into the darkness and mourn there.
They would not allow it.
First was his chance meeting with the Lady Crofte. He had felt unsure in confiding in her his position; Trust was something of a premium currency in Warren's mind but her response let him know it was the correct decision. He shared his fears and worries and she tempered those negative feelings with kindness, offering her support and pledging to assist him if he would only call on her. She spoke of her dream, of The Beast, the creature Warren could not overcome alone.
Jael'li had listened with a calculating eye. Warren hadn't much impression of the man but kindness did not radiate from him. The understanding the miqo'te had offered surprised him, the shock pushing some of the burden off of his shoulders. He, too, had urged Warren not to give into the Beast, to combat despair until there was resolution one way or the other. The world was cruel, but Jael'li, like Crofte before him, bid Warren not to surrender to the darkness. There was always hope.
Mistress Ashling heard his words last. She took his head upon her shoulder - no small task given their enormous size differences - and she heaped maternal care upon him, stroking his head and filling him with kind words and light.
They're in the lands of the Lover and the Fury, and we must offer prayer to them to watch over and guide them. And where They cannot, we must find it in ourselves.
Ashling echoed what the other two had said to him, all three united on the same front without a word spoken between them. They all forbade him from losing to the Beast called Despair. They all had reached out to catch him, their care and support blanketing him when Warren thought for sure he was going to crash on his own.
He intended on returning to his room and collapsing under the weight of the world. He found himself bolstered instead. Warren fed himself, and bathed properly, and found sleep. When he woke in the morning he was thankful for the empty sleep that overtook him, free from dreams or worry. The sun poured through his window and spilled over his face, gently welcoming him back to the world.
Warren stepped into his armor, making sure to give Ace a pet on the head before stepping out.
They would not allow it.
First was his chance meeting with the Lady Crofte. He had felt unsure in confiding in her his position; Trust was something of a premium currency in Warren's mind but her response let him know it was the correct decision. He shared his fears and worries and she tempered those negative feelings with kindness, offering her support and pledging to assist him if he would only call on her. She spoke of her dream, of The Beast, the creature Warren could not overcome alone.
Jael'li had listened with a calculating eye. Warren hadn't much impression of the man but kindness did not radiate from him. The understanding the miqo'te had offered surprised him, the shock pushing some of the burden off of his shoulders. He, too, had urged Warren not to give into the Beast, to combat despair until there was resolution one way or the other. The world was cruel, but Jael'li, like Crofte before him, bid Warren not to surrender to the darkness. There was always hope.
Mistress Ashling heard his words last. She took his head upon her shoulder - no small task given their enormous size differences - and she heaped maternal care upon him, stroking his head and filling him with kind words and light.
They're in the lands of the Lover and the Fury, and we must offer prayer to them to watch over and guide them. And where They cannot, we must find it in ourselves.
Ashling echoed what the other two had said to him, all three united on the same front without a word spoken between them. They all forbade him from losing to the Beast called Despair. They all had reached out to catch him, their care and support blanketing him when Warren thought for sure he was going to crash on his own.
He intended on returning to his room and collapsing under the weight of the world. He found himself bolstered instead. Warren fed himself, and bathed properly, and found sleep. When he woke in the morning he was thankful for the empty sleep that overtook him, free from dreams or worry. The sun poured through his window and spilled over his face, gently welcoming him back to the world.
Warren stepped into his armor, making sure to give Ace a pet on the head before stepping out.
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