[ at least he's not the delusional type, and he's not entirely wrong; her actions are not necessarily charitable and do not stem from compassion.
but lumine deflects him anyway with more silence as she resumes her task and returns her focus back to his injuries. it's a good enough distraction from his barrage of questions, both asked and unasked, and it gives her an excuse to ignore him and pretend he doesn't exist. surely, it must work well for both of them, who openly despise each other.
when his wounds are all cleaned up, she moves on to dressing them, starting with the injury on his side, a huge bruise having already blossomed beneath his skin. there's no hesitation in the way she leans in closer, brushing a hand over his skin and gently pressing her fingers against the tender area. she then speaks in the abyssal language once more, summoning the cryo mage from earlier.
the mage has a few questions as well, similar in thought and context as the harbinger's, but she silences it with a cold, sharp look, her hand outstretched. it leaves a piece of cloth in her palm, chilled with cryo, and withdraws with a reverent bow. ]
I want you to hold this against your side.
[ see? she's answering his questions. lumine doesn't even wait for his response, taking his hand and passing on over the cold compress, before she goes back to his other wounds. ]
no subject
but lumine deflects him anyway with more silence as she resumes her task and returns her focus back to his injuries. it's a good enough distraction from his barrage of questions, both asked and unasked, and it gives her an excuse to ignore him and pretend he doesn't exist. surely, it must work well for both of them, who openly despise each other.
when his wounds are all cleaned up, she moves on to dressing them, starting with the injury on his side, a huge bruise having already blossomed beneath his skin. there's no hesitation in the way she leans in closer, brushing a hand over his skin and gently pressing her fingers against the tender area. she then speaks in the abyssal language once more, summoning the cryo mage from earlier.
the mage has a few questions as well, similar in thought and context as the harbinger's, but she silences it with a cold, sharp look, her hand outstretched. it leaves a piece of cloth in her palm, chilled with cryo, and withdraws with a reverent bow. ]
I want you to hold this against your side.
[ see? she's answering his questions. lumine doesn't even wait for his response, taking his hand and passing on over the cold compress, before she goes back to his other wounds. ]