your poker face ain't fooling nobody

Rhyme reverted back into a child, his senses had left him and he needed to be coaxed to do what was good for him. Samara continued to reassure him as she took the lead. He let her loose and she promised she wouldn’t leave his side. He was weak, but his mind seemed to do well with the memory of their first meeting. He did his duty as a gentleman and carried her all the way back to Abaven so her poor little paws would heal. The feeling of her warmth along his back…

She kept him grounded, thoughts of Shaye and her ghost dissolved. Rhyme took a few deep breaths, willing his strength to return. Blue and lavender eyes lingered on her paw upon his and as she asked Imperia to go ahead of them Rhyme would make it to his paws with more than a bit of struggle.

Imperia was indeed nearby and would nod in acceptance of Samara’s words. She would take off and head in the direction of Abaven. Thankfully they were relatively close in the scheme of things.

The self named man found his paws and remained standing. His hulking frame looked almost small with how much the titan drooped. Still as she mentioned how lucky she was the woman seemed to break through. Rhyme felt that familiar nervous shiver as she hinted at what could blossom between them. He wasn’t near ready to pursue it in any way, but it was encouraging and he pulled himself further from the foggy muck.

”Let’s go.” He spoke hoarsely, but if they left before he fell back to the earth maybe he could keep moving.

-exit?-