[ dextera is not unaware of how much attention must have gone into preparing this bed, but it’s hard to appreciate it when he’s reminded just how close he came to death for a bit, there.
by the time guren sets him down, he’s breathing hard again, trying to force himself to look better than he feels. it’s strange—for someone who’s died so many times, he’s not used to physical pain. death spoiled him, in a way, though he still doesn’t like to die. ]
Sorry—
[ through clenched teeth, since tensing helps him to focus on something else, even though he knows it’s going to hurt all over again when he lets himself relax. ]
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by the time guren sets him down, he’s breathing hard again, trying to force himself to look better than he feels. it’s strange—for someone who’s died so many times, he’s not used to physical pain. death spoiled him, in a way, though he still doesn’t like to die. ]
Sorry—
[ through clenched teeth, since tensing helps him to focus on something else, even though he knows it’s going to hurt all over again when he lets himself relax. ]