[Dextera seems like he's going to make it. He has this far, so there's no reason it would get worse. A human body is more resilient than it looks— though he's not sure that he'd call Dextera human, it seems about the same. Even if he was used to dying, here he was, hanging on.
So, working so anxiously was an excuse to move his hands, on top of everything else. A fidget. A comfort that never sets in and leaves Guren feeling helpless when he stops. He was late, and even in being late, he was useless. He killed it, but did he learn a damn thing? No. Now, the fog meant it was too dangerous to head straight back out there, so they'd have to rest here and hope there were enough supplies.
That look from Dex, though, has Guren falling into his own silence. His heart aches, worries, freezes and warms all at once, and he moves his own hand back to cover Dextera's. Over his chest like this, he wonders if he can feel his heavy heartbeat. He breathes slowly, forcing himself to make it normal, and his other hand dies in its task. He's stopped completely now, just watching Dextera's expression.]
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So, working so anxiously was an excuse to move his hands, on top of everything else. A fidget. A comfort that never sets in and leaves Guren feeling helpless when he stops. He was late, and even in being late, he was useless. He killed it, but did he learn a damn thing? No. Now, the fog meant it was too dangerous to head straight back out there, so they'd have to rest here and hope there were enough supplies.
That look from Dex, though, has Guren falling into his own silence. His heart aches, worries, freezes and warms all at once, and he moves his own hand back to cover Dextera's. Over his chest like this, he wonders if he can feel his heavy heartbeat. He breathes slowly, forcing himself to make it normal, and his other hand dies in its task. He's stopped completely now, just watching Dextera's expression.]