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17.Jan.20, 04:25 AM
Quinvalis’ reluctance for his sister to see him hurt made perfect sense to F’drel, and he nodded at Quilriana’s words. He was the same, after all, never wanted his siblings to see him as anything other than a rock for them to hold onto. Seeing him falling apart wouldn’t help with that. That reluctance was a good part of why he’d withdrawn more from his siblings the last few turns F’drel was in Nabol, not wanting any of them to have an idea of how poorly he was dealing with everything.
He would have said something to the effect of understanding how Quinvalis felt when F’drel saw Quinvalis shift slightly and the words died immediately. F’drel held his breath as Quinvalis opened his eyes for a moment, just long enough to recognize his mother and say one word - mom - before his eyes were closing again. Long moments passed and F’drel sat perfectly still, looking for any sign Quinvalis would regain consciousness soon.
It took maybe another fifteen minutes for Quinvalis to stir again and as soon as the movement registered F’drel’s focus, which had wavered a little when it was clear Quinvalis wouldn’t be awake again within a few minutes, went right back to trying to catch every little sign he was waking up and would be okay. He watched Quinvalis’ eyes open again, and look around briefly, but as soon as he spoke F’drel almost choked on air. Were they what? How much pain medicine had the Healers given him? What kind of question was that? Why the fuck had it ocurred to Quinvalis? Whatever, not important. Because Quinvalis had moved on, saying something about how he’d thought he was dead and F’drel couldn’t help reaching forward to gently rest his hand against the one Quin’s mother wasn’t holding. Some vague thought about more physical evidence of other people might help reassure Quinvalis he was alive, and his hands were fine, as evidenced by his mother holding one. And then Quinvalis was asking if the blue was okay, because of course he was, Quinvalis was just that nice. It really was no wonder Miri liked him so much.
“He Impressed, though I have no idea who to. I wasn’t paying attention,” F’drel said quietly. “I’m sure he’s fine.” He felt a subdued nudge in his head, quite unlike Miri’s usual boisterousness, and F’drel sent her waves of reassurance, along with plenty of images of Quinvalis awake, even if all the bandages might reduce the effect.
“Miri’s here too and is glad you’re awake. She’s worried your head’s still too fuzzy for her to talk to you directly, but when you’re feeling better she’s just on the other side of that wall,” F’drel said, passing along Halomirth’s message. She let out a soft trill in F’drel’s head, again not wanting to disturb Quinvalis, glad her well wishes and concern were made known.
He would have said something to the effect of understanding how Quinvalis felt when F’drel saw Quinvalis shift slightly and the words died immediately. F’drel held his breath as Quinvalis opened his eyes for a moment, just long enough to recognize his mother and say one word - mom - before his eyes were closing again. Long moments passed and F’drel sat perfectly still, looking for any sign Quinvalis would regain consciousness soon.
It took maybe another fifteen minutes for Quinvalis to stir again and as soon as the movement registered F’drel’s focus, which had wavered a little when it was clear Quinvalis wouldn’t be awake again within a few minutes, went right back to trying to catch every little sign he was waking up and would be okay. He watched Quinvalis’ eyes open again, and look around briefly, but as soon as he spoke F’drel almost choked on air. Were they what? How much pain medicine had the Healers given him? What kind of question was that? Why the fuck had it ocurred to Quinvalis? Whatever, not important. Because Quinvalis had moved on, saying something about how he’d thought he was dead and F’drel couldn’t help reaching forward to gently rest his hand against the one Quin’s mother wasn’t holding. Some vague thought about more physical evidence of other people might help reassure Quinvalis he was alive, and his hands were fine, as evidenced by his mother holding one. And then Quinvalis was asking if the blue was okay, because of course he was, Quinvalis was just that nice. It really was no wonder Miri liked him so much.
“He Impressed, though I have no idea who to. I wasn’t paying attention,” F’drel said quietly. “I’m sure he’s fine.” He felt a subdued nudge in his head, quite unlike Miri’s usual boisterousness, and F’drel sent her waves of reassurance, along with plenty of images of Quinvalis awake, even if all the bandages might reduce the effect.
“Miri’s here too and is glad you’re awake. She’s worried your head’s still too fuzzy for her to talk to you directly, but when you’re feeling better she’s just on the other side of that wall,” F’drel said, passing along Halomirth’s message. She let out a soft trill in F’drel’s head, again not wanting to disturb Quinvalis, glad her well wishes and concern were made known.
