"Lucifer." Istredd smiles faintly and shakes his head. If I was going to break, I would have done it down there. I did choose to live, despite it not seeming that way. I could have laid down and died any number of ways. Yes he prioritized getting the kids out and being stabbed for Ciri, but he could have given into the wounds or lost all fight. He was in very bad shape by the end and succumbing to injuries would be easy.

He flinches at both flicks and smacks Lucifer's hand away. There, a little extra spice. "This isn't going to happen forever." No matter how it feels or how frustrated it makes him. Istredd sounds confident. Healing takes time. I really am going to be okay. Just as he wouldn't be insecure about them forever either, as promised. Adjustments.

"I have a beautiful mind too and it's not going anywhere."