At her request, I look her and her escorts over with new eyes. I should have noticed sooner- they almost seem worse off than me, and I'm the one who fell out of the damn sky. "Point taken." I concede, curiosity beginning to overcome caution. That's blood on her coat, as soon as I realize it I can suddenly smell it-- and beneath the hot-iron smell of blood, I can smell fear. The fear of dying men.
I have never really felt afraid before, not that I can remember. A chill runs down my spine now, reminding me of how weak my body is. So maybe I do not need to fear these people, but there is something else out there spilling blood- and here I am with shit all to do and no knowledge of this place, not even a name to call it.
"Neither am I" she says, and I cock my head in intrigue. I don't know why and I don't want to, but I find myself liking this little fox. There are many things unspoken between us- I don't ask for her story and she doesn't ask mine, and this is okay with me. We seem to come to an understanding that I do not have the words for, but it is somewhat comfortable.
The real extent of her weakness does not really hit me until she begins to spill the water. She covers her exhaustion with a brave smile and I quickly take a step forward and grasp firmly at the satchel with what little magic I still have-- the magic everyone seems to have here. I stare at her for a moment too long to be considered appropriate by most creatures I know, then slowly raise the skin to my lips and take a drink.
"Thank you." I quickly return the water, the feeling of being indebted to these strangers prickling uncomfortably at my neck. A sudden confession rises to my lips and escapes before I can contain it: "I don't' even know where I am." I grapple with the frustration of feeling so lost and powerless. Finally I decide I will swallow my pride, even if it chokes me. It is actually easy to do, as my confession has released a wave of emotion that now violently rolls through my body.
"What do I do with myself now?" I can feel hot, stupid tears welling in my eyes and I'm so embarrassed by them that they they build even faster. I hear myself sniffle, and the pathetic sound makes me so angry that my hot tears start to overflow and roll down my cheeks. The harder I try to contain myself, the more out of control my face is.
I don't know what else to do but grit my teeth and try to pretend that this is a normal conversation and tears aren't streaming from my eyes. Nothing unusual here, just a grown man crying.
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@Cyrene ack so sorry for the wait, I've been struggling with him. Cyrene is so sweet <3
