silver is the grip on the helping hand
[ strai ] [ hunting med prey + healing ]
10-14-2023, 07:15 PM
She lets him down, quietly, because the boy probably doesn't appreciate being held like that. But Bylgja doesn't move away from him in entirety; she raises a limb and brings it over his body, hugging the kid close, because for all of his bluster and his rage, he's a child. He's a boy. Bylgja lowers her head to set it atop his, chin resting on his skull. She holds him, carefully.
Then she swallows. "My uncle, Gunnr... he... it was the same. I was scared. I was young. I called to him. And when he turned to face me..." She could see it all, still, when she focused on it; the way he had yelped as the creature dug into him with what was almost a stinger. "I... am sorry, Strai." A low, quiet murmur. "You may yell for me, if you need aid. I will come to you." She cannot offer him much, but she can offer him that. And then she holds him, quiet, letting the boy cry, or say what he needs to say.
It's about time he had the chance. |
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