Restless Stroll

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mercianne

Walk | Talk | Think

Nervous with anxiety, Merci lifted her gaze from the snow and peeked at Awaken, but his attention was elsewhere, not lost in his visions but lost in thought. She could see the way his visions tortured him, filled his head with doubts, with fears and pain. And as her expression fell, becoming more openly upset that she could only do so little for him, she had to accept that her powers were limited. She could listen. She could try to piece together the puzzle for him. She could be a comrade to face this storm with. But there was no sheltering him from the revelations, no way she could numb that shock or pain. For a second she almost wished his affliction had merely been physical; a sore, a wound, she could learn to heal from Asheni. But these, these demons that only he could see, she had nothing with which to fight them.

He rolled to his stomach and spoke brokenly, giving voice to the troubled thoughts that haunted him. She felt incredibly guilty to note that they were the self same thoughts she had been thinking too, her own worries thrown into the open between them. "We don't know that it's you," she answered softly, stepping forward and lowering herself to crouch in the snow beside him, looking at his panic stricken face. "It could be someone else." Mercianne wasn't sure how well she believed it, but she did wish it was true. For Awaken's sake, if nothing else. She remained beside him, her stare full of concern and the wish to help, and she only hoped he might let his worries about the visions go until they knew enough to start putting them together.