[ Rhy has no idea what to say to that. (Jaskier was hurting the tree?)
He has no idea how long he's been gone; in that senseless, awful place, time had been a void of nothingness that stretched forever. He equally has no idea how he's escaped, and it's only now catching up to him that this is the Horizon as he knows it. Moglad is proof of that, even if Jaskier isn't here.
He needs to wake up. He needs to leave, make sure he can--
But the Moogle's little paws warm his face, soaking up his tears, and that little bit of tenderness is the only thing he wants to cling to right now. ]
I'm sorry.
[ Moglad is too small to properly hug, but Rhy tries, holding him in his hands against his chest as the cloak covers him with a comforting weight. ]
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[ Rhy has no idea what to say to that. (Jaskier was hurting the tree?)
He has no idea how long he's been gone; in that senseless, awful place, time had been a void of nothingness that stretched forever. He equally has no idea how he's escaped, and it's only now catching up to him that this is the Horizon as he knows it. Moglad is proof of that, even if Jaskier isn't here.
He needs to wake up. He needs to leave, make sure he can--
But the Moogle's little paws warm his face, soaking up his tears, and that little bit of tenderness is the only thing he wants to cling to right now. ]
I'm sorry.
[ Moglad is too small to properly hug, but Rhy tries, holding him in his hands against his chest as the cloak covers him with a comforting weight. ]