Safe, yes. She felt safe. The brief embrace didn't feel too wrong, and neither did the touch of his hand on hers. She let him guide her through the woods in silence, staring at his back as they walked. This was the young man she'd never get to know, for all the things he'd seen, and all the things he'd lived through, would be forever locked inside his head. Xydane simply didn't want to contaminate anyone, did he?
A sound behind the lush vegetation made her come to a halt. Someone was approaching, but it didn't feel like an Ixal. It didn't sound like them, or at least not like the one who was scouting the place. The creature's breathing had been heavy, almost tied to a permanent grunt.
Clover's eyes grew wider when, not much later, two figures emerged. Like some sort of miracle that makes your own thoughts become a reality, one of them was exactly what she'd hoped for. Or almost.
"Andre..." she said to herself, barely audible, and wasted no time to let go of Xydane's hand to run towards her friend. He was injured, that much was obvious even before she could approach him. When she was right in front of him, she didn't smile, didn't say anything for a moment. Only her eyes spoke of how it was, how it felt when a dear friend you thought dead was standing right in front of you, even if soaked in blood. No smiles and no warm embraces. Just well open eyes that hid nothing.
"Please let me see your wounds," were her first words, her tone urgent in her usual softness. She wondered who the miqo'te was, but Andre's injuries couldn't really wait for introductions.
A sound behind the lush vegetation made her come to a halt. Someone was approaching, but it didn't feel like an Ixal. It didn't sound like them, or at least not like the one who was scouting the place. The creature's breathing had been heavy, almost tied to a permanent grunt.
Clover's eyes grew wider when, not much later, two figures emerged. Like some sort of miracle that makes your own thoughts become a reality, one of them was exactly what she'd hoped for. Or almost.
"Andre..." she said to herself, barely audible, and wasted no time to let go of Xydane's hand to run towards her friend. He was injured, that much was obvious even before she could approach him. When she was right in front of him, she didn't smile, didn't say anything for a moment. Only her eyes spoke of how it was, how it felt when a dear friend you thought dead was standing right in front of you, even if soaked in blood. No smiles and no warm embraces. Just well open eyes that hid nothing.
"Please let me see your wounds," were her first words, her tone urgent in her usual softness. She wondered who the miqo'te was, but Andre's injuries couldn't really wait for introductions.
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
