We Shall Rise
The dark wraith made an effort to move more slowly than usual, his slender limbs pulling him along at a meandering pace. While Nephthys was larger than him, she was quite gravely wounded and needed to lessen the stress upon her body. She would need time to recover, and more herbs than he had on hand. Her muffled grunts and choked off groans spoke volumes to the pain she was in, and he made a mental note to dose her heavily with pain suppressants. That way she would be able to rest well, though it would only intensify the delusions of grandeur that tumbled readily from her jaws. The tender brush of her shoulder against his own was tolerated, though he worried for her wounds as she made the effort. "We got each other, come thunder and rain." she announced warmly, a broad grin spreading across her earthen facade. He chuckled softly, nodding his agreement. "Our strength is growing, blood. There are more of us now. We could build a place of our own." He glanced over at her, masking the concern that sought to display itself across his dark features. Perhaps he had underestimated the damage to her, she was delirious with pain. "I suppose we could, but not in this state of disarray." he mused aloud in response, lilting accent tempered with distraction. He'd left his herb stocks behind to answer her call, and he wasn't sure she would be able to make the trek in this condition. He'd have to settle her somewhere in the middle, where he could safely leave her and return with the necessary tools. "Have you considered, dear Thys, that perhaps some things are meant to stay dead?" he questioned hesitantly, returning his full attention to their conversation. "The ashes of the Sun God's empire may perhaps be best served as a grim reminder, as opposed to an ideal for which to strive." he warned cautiously, features set into a frown. |
