[ 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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[funbreaker]

[ Rhy's response is no true shock to Thancred. This sort of haunted look is something that he's seen before, from other fresh-faced young people who were seeing true devastation for the first time. It should take a toll, and even for someone like Thancred who's been here before, it still does.

But at least he'd come in prepared, knowing what sort of awful things he might lay eyes on. If Rhy's helping with the wounded, then he's seeing the worst of it. ]

It is.

[ Hearing the shudder in Rhy's tone, Thancred tilts his head in an attempt to meet his eyes and be a grounding force. ]

Yet every bit helps. I know it's difficult to look at, to feel like you can never do enough. Even if you provide aid to a handful of people, those kindnesses will be remembered.

[ It's easy to forget that when buried under the weight of everything else, when aware that there are countless deaths that were suffered an entire faction away. They need to focus on what's in front of them, on what they can do. ]

[londonbound]

[ Rhy sighs, looking around impatiently to watch the barmaids bustling about, fingers drumming anxiously on the tabletop. Saints. How long can it take to grab a bottle?

He looks back over at Thancred for a long moment, a bit blankly. ]

...speaking from experience?

[ He doesn't specify which side. Lets Thancred fill in if he wishes. ]

[funbreaker]

[ Thancred nods, almost not specifying what side he means. At least not at first. Someone does finally come over with the promised bottle, and he reaches out to pour both of them a glass. ]

I've seen people be almost consumed by their despair, and that's... not as metaphorical as you might think.

[ He debates how much he wants to explain of that. He could very well make Rhy feel worse, with some of the stories he could share. ]

We did our best to provide aid where we could, and we saw many people push past that overwhelming feeling. They were incredibly grateful, when all was said and done. [ A crown of flowers, even, was given to him and Y'shtola by some Auri children. No, he won't be forgetting that any time soon. ]