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11.Mar.12, 09:33 PM
Discomfort reflected upon his face as Talian fought and conquered a wave of sickness. He was by no means so cruel as to feel nothing for his friend's plight. Rather, it was the opposite, that he felt so much that he likewise felt the need to hide it. He flinched when Talian coughed, holding his peace until the Healer had regained his composure. Talian's appearance made it very clear what the Healer had put himself through the previous night. Whatever he had done to himself, he was still fighting the effects of. If nothing else, it made Erisi slightly more sympathetic. He cared about Talian, really. He was just horrible at showing how much he cared.
He was at a crossroads again. Erisi had no idea if he should turn away from Talian or give this friendship another chance. He didn't want to do this out of pity, because he was sure that would lead to himself getting hurt again. So, the fact that Talian had tried to kill himself needed to be dismissed. Without that, though, Erisi enjoyed his time with Talian. He valued their friendship, the ability they had to seek comfort from one another, since no one else seemed to understand their plight as well as the other. Truthfully, the only reason he was so upset was because he had come so close to losing one of the only friends he had, and certainly his closest.
Erisi sighed again, an action that he had done so much now that it was weighted by grief. Fingers teased through the dark strands of his hair, blue eyes fixed on the floor rather that the defeated expression on Talian's face. "I'm not going to leave you," he said at last, giving into his own desire to keep Talian by his side. But, just because he said and felt the words did not mean that things would magically revert to how they were. It'd take time. Erisi had been hurt, and he wasn't going to let the memory of this particular pain go so soon. It was a reminder for him of what friendship could be like, and that was why he only had a few friends, and why he cared about them all the much more.
"I promise, Tal. I'm not so much of a wherry to call it quits over something like this." He had been about to, and probably would have if Valerian hadn't intervened. He wasn't quite ready to thank his other friend for that interference yet. He wasn't sure if being friends with Talian was good or bad. It just felt good.
He was at a crossroads again. Erisi had no idea if he should turn away from Talian or give this friendship another chance. He didn't want to do this out of pity, because he was sure that would lead to himself getting hurt again. So, the fact that Talian had tried to kill himself needed to be dismissed. Without that, though, Erisi enjoyed his time with Talian. He valued their friendship, the ability they had to seek comfort from one another, since no one else seemed to understand their plight as well as the other. Truthfully, the only reason he was so upset was because he had come so close to losing one of the only friends he had, and certainly his closest.
Erisi sighed again, an action that he had done so much now that it was weighted by grief. Fingers teased through the dark strands of his hair, blue eyes fixed on the floor rather that the defeated expression on Talian's face. "I'm not going to leave you," he said at last, giving into his own desire to keep Talian by his side. But, just because he said and felt the words did not mean that things would magically revert to how they were. It'd take time. Erisi had been hurt, and he wasn't going to let the memory of this particular pain go so soon. It was a reminder for him of what friendship could be like, and that was why he only had a few friends, and why he cared about them all the much more.
"I promise, Tal. I'm not so much of a wherry to call it quits over something like this." He had been about to, and probably would have if Valerian hadn't intervened. He wasn't quite ready to thank his other friend for that interference yet. He wasn't sure if being friends with Talian was good or bad. It just felt good.
