[ CATCH-ALL ] and I broke my heart in two

[londonbound]

Who: Rhy Maresh & others
When: throughout September, early October
Where: Castle Thorne, Nott, Horizon
What: In the aftermath of the attack on Nott, Rhy is doing his best to help out as a healer in the fields, taking on the firefighting quest, and otherwise being fucked up about all the damage and casualties already piling up.
Warnings: blood, possible violence, will add as needed.




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[sorser]

[Woozy, woozy. Unsteady. He barely manages to keep on his swaying feet, and it's fortunate that Rhy moves forward to support him, or else the sorcerer might have actually toppled over face-first into the ground.

It's only when Rhy is directly in front of him that his eyes manage to focus on the young man, face pinched into a frown.]

It's like... [He struggles to find the words. To form them in a coherent way, leaving him only with simple descriptions falling off his tongue.] All of the energy's been drained from me. Like I haven't slept in a week.

[londonbound]

[ Rhy stares at him, with slowly dawning horror. ]

Oh, no...

[ He feels better. Not because of the jolt of adrenaline or the worry for Stephen. He feels physically better, in a way that's undeniable. It doesn't make any sense, but it's also impossible not to make the connection. Too much to be a coincidence. ]

I-- Did I hurt you?

Lean on me, here.

[sorser]

[No, the connection's well made by now. It's the only thing that's made sense, and even less of a stretch is the assumption the Singularity may be to blame; doling out strange abilities to those otherwise unaware of them would be nothing new.

But this means, too, that Stephen doesn’t see it as anything more than an accident.]

...I’ll be fine.

[And he won’t be accepting more guilt to be piled onto anyone’s shoulders, not on a day like this one, where it’s the last thing Rhy would need.

And so: trust. He nods, shuffles forward a step, and reaches out to lean on Rhy, an arm across his shoulders.]

If it's just... a transfer of energy, that just means I'll need a long, long nap to recharge.