14.Mar.12, 01:49 PM
Valerian hadn’t expected Larrikith to be so cuddly with him but he went with it, knowing she needed the reassurance and gently petted her head as she snuggled in tight against him. At her words aimed to Talian, he eyed his friend and wondered if the healer would actually do what the dragon and him had both been thinking and run up there to stop the abuse. “He won’t go until it’s over.” Even if Erisi and him had to hold Talian back to make sure the man stayed put since Valerian wasn’t too keen on the idea of Talian receiving a ridiculous amount of lashings for intervening afterward. Twenty! That seemed far too much for what he had heard to be the reasons behind this entire horrendous act. How could anyone stand that many cracks of a whip to their back, especially with such a sadistic looking man that either didn’t like greenriders in general or had a specific grudge against B’jin wielding the whip.
At the first crack, Valerian winced at the sound and wrapped his arms around Larrikith as she seemed to try climbing into his shirt to escape the scene. It was about halfway through the count that the Harper’s stomach started to turn at the markings laced across B’jin’s back in a very specific area and he had to glance down at the little green’s head, missing three more swings in the process. It was only an odd sense of guilt at not suffering through it, if watching another be in pain was truly allowed to even be called that, with his friends that Valerian turned his gaze back, arms tightening and hands moving gently in small rubbing circles against the smooth green hide. He was grateful every time Larrikith twitched and shuddered since it masked his own, leaving him to wonder only briefly who was doing it the most.
At the first crack, Valerian winced at the sound and wrapped his arms around Larrikith as she seemed to try climbing into his shirt to escape the scene. It was about halfway through the count that the Harper’s stomach started to turn at the markings laced across B’jin’s back in a very specific area and he had to glance down at the little green’s head, missing three more swings in the process. It was only an odd sense of guilt at not suffering through it, if watching another be in pain was truly allowed to even be called that, with his friends that Valerian turned his gaze back, arms tightening and hands moving gently in small rubbing circles against the smooth green hide. He was grateful every time Larrikith twitched and shuddered since it masked his own, leaving him to wonder only briefly who was doing it the most.