[ dextera manages to find it within himself to stay awake, if only to keep from worrying guren. if only he had... a brand, or something to shove into his mouth... guren’s retreating form doesn’t seem right, but he can’t stop him. he says something, but his own voice sounds like a fantasy to him. he’s not sure if anything comes out. ]
Guren—
[ quiet and faint, lost in the haze of his own pain.
he was told to stay put, to hold on and stay awake, but guren won’t survive by himself. he looked so bad—dextera stands, shaking, certain now that he can live through this. or he’ll die if he must.
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Guren—
[ quiet and faint, lost in the haze of his own pain.
he was told to stay put, to hold on and stay awake, but guren won’t survive by himself. he looked so bad—dextera stands, shaking, certain now that he can live through this. or he’ll die if he must.
his vision is white at the edges. ]