Normally Skellig would respond to Kreyu with something a bit more detailed - something like I am fine just dealing with a problem but all he can manage in his current state of mind when he feels her gentle probe of concern across their connection is a brief, simple four words:
Not hurt. Bring soap.
He does not waste time with arguing with the Dark being or telling him why he's doing this. It is clearly obvious. So once he is far enough out and over deep enough water, he drops him without preamble and then banks hard, heading back to the shoreline (the death is swift, nothing more than a twitch across Skellig's 'radar') and landing on a deserted strip of beach, the white sands surrounded by high cliffs, inaccessible except by air.
She will find him stripped of his kilt and standing at the waters edge, he has scrubbed the spit off his face with saltwater but the rest of it he's about to deal with when she arrives.
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Date: 2024-07-09 12:19 pm (UTC)Not hurt. Bring soap.
He does not waste time with arguing with the Dark being or telling him why he's doing this. It is clearly obvious. So once he is far enough out and over deep enough water, he drops him without preamble and then banks hard, heading back to the shoreline (the death is swift, nothing more than a twitch across Skellig's 'radar') and landing on a deserted strip of beach, the white sands surrounded by high cliffs, inaccessible except by air.
She will find him stripped of his kilt and standing at the waters edge, he has scrubbed the spit off his face with saltwater but the rest of it he's about to deal with when she arrives.