[ they must make a pathetic pair like this, with dextera holding onto his consciousness long enough to catch guren, trying to ensure that he won’t die... perhaps overextending himself in the process. almost certainly, in fact, but he faces his own potential death with the peace of someone who’s done a good deed. ]
...Guren.
[ he’s breathing. that’s all that matters, dextera thinks, when he pulls his hand back. the exertion of purification leadens his muscles, and the fact remains that he’s still bleeding—even if guren attended to his wounds, the slow drip is catching up with him, and he can feel darkness swallowing him, too.
he won’t die. he assures himself of that, as his head droops against guren’s shoulder.]
no subject
...Guren.
[ he’s breathing. that’s all that matters, dextera thinks, when he pulls his hand back. the exertion of purification leadens his muscles, and the fact remains that he’s still bleeding—even if guren attended to his wounds, the slow drip is catching up with him, and he can feel darkness swallowing him, too.
he won’t die. he assures himself of that, as his head droops against guren’s shoulder.]