[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.
And then it was my turn to enter the void BUT I AM RETURNED 8')
( As a healer, it's second nature for Lavai to notice the little tells of another person's body. He's pleased to see the way Ze's grip on the bucket relaxes after the spell; the release of tension in his shoulders, the slight slump as the rest of the hangover becomes easier to bear. )
Rubbing it in will come later, don't you worry about that.
( Is his light response, amusement touching the corners of his lips as he raises an eyebrow at his friend. Ze should know better than to think he's getting off without being made fun of - but Lavai isn't the type poke too much fun at a person while they're down. Far better to help them back to their feet and then tease them for needing the hand in the first place. )
No– slowly.
( Lavai reaches out to lay a hand on Ze's forearm; light to the touch, but firm enough to convey that he wants to be taken seriously in this. )
I didn't channel all that magic into you just for you to make yourself throw up.
Given the circumstances that's more a boon, like as not. [Ze feels the need to point out, gaze trailing to that touch as the muscles beneath Lavai's fingers tense- bunching in anticipation of... something. He is uncomfortable with the gesture, that much is obvious, but after a long moment it relaxes. A reflex forcefully repressed back to the darkened corners of his mind where lurks the things he chooses to leave unsaid. That complete, he returns his attention to the glass and takes another, more reserved mouthful.
The hand may remain, as needed. Proof perhaps of how he truly feels towards Lavai.] How long have you been awake?
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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.
And then it was my turn to enter the void BUT I AM RETURNED 8')
( As a healer, it's second nature for Lavai to notice the little tells of another person's body. He's pleased to see the way Ze's grip on the bucket relaxes after the spell; the release of tension in his shoulders, the slight slump as the rest of the hangover becomes easier to bear. )
Rubbing it in will come later, don't you worry about that.
( Is his light response, amusement touching the corners of his lips as he raises an eyebrow at his friend. Ze should know better than to think he's getting off without being made fun of - but Lavai isn't the type poke too much fun at a person while they're down. Far better to help them back to their feet and then tease them for needing the hand in the first place. )
No– slowly.
( Lavai reaches out to lay a hand on Ze's forearm; light to the touch, but firm enough to convey that he wants to be taken seriously in this. )
I didn't channel all that magic into you just for you to make yourself throw up.
jokes on you my void's bigger
The hand may remain, as needed. Proof perhaps of how he truly feels towards Lavai.] How long have you been awake?