Somnus  “They are,” he agreed, for she was not wrong. Somnus served these lands as Regent, as second-in-command to Kasil, the Dawn King himself. Anything that he could provide for her, this injured stranger, he would. Her instability was worrisome, the way that her body swayed, hooves splayed and wings assisting in keeping balance. Unbidden, he took another step, dark lips pulled downwards in a worried frown. “I’ve no herbs or medicines at the ready, but the Citadel isn’t far. You may lean on me, if you wish, and I will take you there. Our healers can look you over, or I can assist you by fetching whatever you may need if you would prefer to treat yourself.” It was a bold offer to a stranger, but she was in desperate need of assistance, and he wouldn’t simply leave her. He wasn’t a brute, after all. The dunalino gentleman straightened, mottled wings flexed lazily at his sides. Even if she accepted his help only to leave Delumine afterwards, then that would be just fine. Hardy and stubborn though she seemed, there was never any harm in accepting help when it was due. Somnus could only hope that she would let him. Shifting, he turned, tucking his wings close to his sides. “Lay your wing overtop mine and I will keep you upright. I know that we are but strangers, but I truly want to help.” Then, as an afterthought. “Or if you’ve the strength, we can fly.” |
@Aloy
