[ lumine says nothing for a long while, her eyes searching his face for any hint of discomfort or pain. anything that would indicate that he still needs time to recover his strength. he may not be injured like the last time, but what happened to him with the god might've had some kind of effect on him. ]
I'm fine, just tired. [ understatement of the month, really. it feels like she'd run across the four islands in the teapot without stopping to rest or take a break.
her gaze flicker to the hand on her leg, letting a beat pass, before she takes it into hers. a part of her somehow expects it to be cold, wondering if she's having a nightmare of sorts. but it's solid in her fingers, his touch warm against her skin. ]
... I'm glad you're okay. I thought I ...
[ lost you, remains unspoken, caught in her throat. would she have forgiven herself if he had died before they made up? she probably wouldn't have. ]
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I'm fine, just tired. [ understatement of the month, really. it feels like she'd run across the four islands in the teapot without stopping to rest or take a break.
her gaze flicker to the hand on her leg, letting a beat pass, before she takes it into hers. a part of her somehow expects it to be cold, wondering if she's having a nightmare of sorts. but it's solid in her fingers, his touch warm against her skin. ]
... I'm glad you're okay. I thought I ...
[ lost you, remains unspoken, caught in her throat. would she have forgiven herself if he had died before they made up? she probably wouldn't have. ]