[It’s a bit of a comical situation, to be sure, the sight of Ze- arrogant in spades- sitting pathetically in a heap of blankets clutching at a bucket as though his life depends on it while Lavai works his magic.
The sensation is an odd one at first and a little more than uncomfortable. Like an infected, seeping wound pricked with a hot knife to bleed out the taint- sharp pain followed by much needed relief. The ache lingers still- a throbbing behind the eyes and a loathing for the light- but he at least no longer feels the need to cling to the bucket so tightly. After all, what are spirits if not a poison?
When Lavai finishes, that spinning orb swirling elegantly in his hand as he shoots Ze a glance, the Miqo’te cannot help but give him quirked brow in response. Always did wonder how those things work.]
I’d not get too close, all the same. [He thinks of an insult- a barb- anything to imply he’s his usual self but… well, he’s an ass but not an ungrateful one. So-] My thanks. [Is what he gets out instead, voice sounding only marginally better than that of a drowning toad as he reaches for the glass of water he sees on the tray and sets about downing it in a single go- moderation be damned. (No lessons having been learnt, evidently.)] And here you would have been well within your rights to rub it in.
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[It’s a bit of a comical situation, to be sure, the sight of Ze- arrogant in spades- sitting pathetically in a heap of blankets clutching at a bucket as though his life depends on it while Lavai works his magic.
The sensation is an odd one at first and a little more than uncomfortable. Like an infected, seeping wound pricked with a hot knife to bleed out the taint- sharp pain followed by much needed relief. The ache lingers still- a throbbing behind the eyes and a loathing for the light- but he at least no longer feels the need to cling to the bucket so tightly. After all, what are spirits if not a poison?
When Lavai finishes, that spinning orb swirling elegantly in his hand as he shoots Ze a glance, the Miqo’te cannot help but give him quirked brow in response. Always did wonder how those things work.]
I’d not get too close, all the same. [He thinks of an insult- a barb- anything to imply he’s his usual self but… well, he’s an ass but not an ungrateful one. So-] My thanks. [Is what he gets out instead, voice sounding only marginally better than that of a drowning toad as he reaches for the glass of water he sees on the tray and sets about downing it in a single go- moderation be damned. (No lessons having been learnt, evidently.)] And here you would have been well within your rights to rub it in.