"No, it will not." Skellig cocks his head slightly to the side and listens closely to Kreyu's body. "She is...stable."
Healing better than he had expected, actually. Taking the tea from her, he allows the warmth seeping into his hands from the mug to ground him (briefly, he is reminded of the feeling of Kreyu's blood coating his hands, how hot it was on his skin) and bring him back to the present, to this space.
Where they are both safe.
He drinks readily - even if it was bitter and he had to choke it down, he is so very done with this day.
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Date: 2024-04-05 11:31 am (UTC)Healing better than he had expected, actually. Taking the tea from her, he allows the warmth seeping into his hands from the mug to ground him (briefly, he is reminded of the feeling of Kreyu's blood coating his hands, how hot it was on his skin) and bring him back to the present, to this space.
Where they are both safe.
He drinks readily - even if it was bitter and he had to choke it down, he is so very done with this day.