[ dextera doesn’t immediately know what’s happened. it’s his first instinct to think that it’s his fault—but there’s a strange feeling in the air that’s gone before he can try to make sense of it, and he wonders if it’s her. he doesn’t know much about guren’s demon, unable to interact with her in any way, but he’s gotten good at noticing when guren acts just a little different. a little haunted. ]
Guren.
[ (mahiru is probably right, anyway—he wouldn’t protest, through the pain, but that’s not exactly an ideal encounter for either of them.)
he frowns, concerned, and he props himself up so he can seek guren’s face with his eyes. he inhales, holding it there—now that he’s laid down once, it pricks at him to move, but guren feels more important than a momentary discomfort. ]
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Guren.
[ (mahiru is probably right, anyway—he wouldn’t protest, through the pain, but that’s not exactly an ideal encounter for either of them.)
he frowns, concerned, and he props himself up so he can seek guren’s face with his eyes. he inhales, holding it there—now that he’s laid down once, it pricks at him to move, but guren feels more important than a momentary discomfort. ]
Was that...?