float away, open wide
She hates being wounded. She hates showing any kind of vulnerability, no matter how much. As Azrael applies the salve, the contact makes her wince but Morrighan tries not to make it audible. It's even harder as he applies pressure with the bandage, so she bites her tongue so hard it might bleed. Thankfully, as moments pass, it seems whatever had been in the salve is already starting to work. "Thank you," she says quietly, feeling her tongue start to throb. She takes the vial and keeps it near her. Hopefully she won't need more of it because going through this once with someone is enough.
As Morr had suspected, he is a Shed Star. He doesn't seem as primal as some of the stories made them out to be and he certainly doesn't look like one from the market tents. Perhaps there's more to them than she thought. "Sort of, but mostly the ones that give out tarot readings in the markets," she replies and wonders what made him wander so far from his kind.
But of course, there are more important matters at hand than where Azrael came from. She could always dig into that more later with her usual interrogating. "Yes… she is," she tells him, her voice getting quiet again. The pain in her chest is back as she thinks about Maeve being lost in this place. There are horrors here one could only fabricate in their nightmares.
And it's all Morrighan's fault.
She is too wrapped up in her guilt and fury that she almost misses Azrael's offer for help. Others have already tried to no avail. "We were separated. I… brought her here thinking it looked different. It was less sinister before, but we were tricked." Embers spark at the ground then, but she is too weak to coax them into real flames.
"That's why no one should ever come here," she adds before standing back up. There isn't as much pain in her leg now, but she can still feel it shooting upwards. She staggers a bit while she tries to get her balance and Bram quickly moves over to lean against her side.
"Do you remember ever seeing a child pass through here?" It's a question that feels overused, but part of her is still even a little hopeful. At least this man seems more trustworthy compared to others she's met here.
"Speaking."
unafraid with open eyes
She hates being wounded. She hates showing any kind of vulnerability, no matter how much. As Azrael applies the salve, the contact makes her wince but Morrighan tries not to make it audible. It's even harder as he applies pressure with the bandage, so she bites her tongue so hard it might bleed. Thankfully, as moments pass, it seems whatever had been in the salve is already starting to work. "Thank you," she says quietly, feeling her tongue start to throb. She takes the vial and keeps it near her. Hopefully she won't need more of it because going through this once with someone is enough.
As Morr had suspected, he is a Shed Star. He doesn't seem as primal as some of the stories made them out to be and he certainly doesn't look like one from the market tents. Perhaps there's more to them than she thought. "Sort of, but mostly the ones that give out tarot readings in the markets," she replies and wonders what made him wander so far from his kind.
But of course, there are more important matters at hand than where Azrael came from. She could always dig into that more later with her usual interrogating. "Yes… she is," she tells him, her voice getting quiet again. The pain in her chest is back as she thinks about Maeve being lost in this place. There are horrors here one could only fabricate in their nightmares.
And it's all Morrighan's fault.
She is too wrapped up in her guilt and fury that she almost misses Azrael's offer for help. Others have already tried to no avail. "We were separated. I… brought her here thinking it looked different. It was less sinister before, but we were tricked." Embers spark at the ground then, but she is too weak to coax them into real flames.
"That's why no one should ever come here," she adds before standing back up. There isn't as much pain in her leg now, but she can still feel it shooting upwards. She staggers a bit while she tries to get her balance and Bram quickly moves over to lean against her side.
"Do you remember ever seeing a child pass through here?" It's a question that feels overused, but part of her is still even a little hopeful. At least this man seems more trustworthy compared to others she's met here.
@Azrael
