Skellig works his throat, trying to remember how to speak - then points at his chest, the tops of his shoulders, where the burn from the sun's rays is evidently the worst.
"You...are a vision, Kreyu." He reaches for her hand, moving his body to one side of the mattress so that she can sit alongside him. "If I did not know better by this point, I would say you were merely a mirage, brought on by the sun, an image painted by my brain to bring me great pleasure in my final moments."
Which, technically...this could all be a hallucination in his death throes, but he highly doubts it.
"And...yes, I will need to recover, but...you...you are quite inspiring, to the body and mind."
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Date: 2024-03-23 10:21 pm (UTC)"You...are a vision, Kreyu." He reaches for her hand, moving his body to one side of the mattress so that she can sit alongside him. "If I did not know better by this point, I would say you were merely a mirage, brought on by the sun, an image painted by my brain to bring me great pleasure in my final moments."
Which, technically...this could all be a hallucination in his death throes, but he highly doubts it.
"And...yes, I will need to recover, but...you...you are quite inspiring, to the body and mind."