Liam Kenway
From the first moment, Liam knew that the mare had seen the look he'd given her. Innocent concern was clearly not something this mare appreciated, and Liam felt an immense wave of guilt wash over him.
At least he had the decency to look sorry as he dipped his head and laid his ears to the side as best he could.
Her base color was one that resembled mud as it dried on a horse's frame, and it stretched over those bones, with seemingly no fat or muscle to cushion her. Splotches of ink covered her in some spots, and Liam wondered what she may have looked like when she was healthy. It was evident to him that she was sick, possibly chronically. Took one to know one, and he knew that better than anyone else. "Possibly," he answered simply, arching a brow in quiet contemplation. "But you could collapse and not wake up, and then where would you be?" Liam inquired gently, his eyes holding that very same wisdom his own mother held when she posed this question to him all those years ago.
Liam wished the mare would just take his offer. But then the reply came, and he mentally groaned. Now he knew what Bucky felt like when they were younger and Liam refused to sit back and relax and recover from being sick. "Miss, I really must implore you to come back to Novus with me. Once you're feeling one hundred percent, we can come back. I'll be happy to personally escort you. But I have to ask you to come back with me," he answered, flattening his ears back against his head in discontent.
There was movement on her back, and Liam peered around her withers to watch a sloth stir around on her frame, his brow furrowing in curiosity.
The answer she gave him, though, over how sick she'd been startled him. Birth? Well, it took one to know one. Before the genetic experimentation, the genetic engineering project he'd taken part in, he was just as gangly, just as sickly, and just as thin as the mare he was protecting. "Believe it or not, I know what that's like," he murmurs softly, his expression turning soft and understanding.
Luvena wanted to keep moving on? This mare was the strangest thing he'd come across, and it didn't have anything to do with her appearance. "I-- If you're sure, Luvena. If you need a break, please don't hesitate to ask, okay?" Liam murmured, turning his attention back to the creature that was gliding along in the inky blackness. "I wasn't going to say anything, but..." he tried to joke, offering her a cautious grin; he wasn't sure how she would take the joking comment.
"Liam Speaks."
Notes;; Ack, sorry, it's so short
Tag;; @Luvena
Voice claim;; Chris Evans
Words;; 458
I'm with you till the end of the line
