Remains of the day! - Open, river bath

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Though the admittance was one he bore no wish to impart understood that correct the remark Lorelei put forth, quiet the hum bypassing the tight closure of his lips. "That is an interesting way to put it," softened his rough tone, the heat which laced it gone now, undeserved for one who spoke so plainly. "But you are right, though I wish you were not." How could he when his own youth had been a broken thing, riddled with lessons conducted during late hours, when the bitterness of his tears were only further example he was weak.

Too many the times that acted as reminder, his condition one embedded within his skin, though he may deem himself better than the vixen for decay and rot did not consume his flesh. "Do you need any more bandages." Offhand the offer, his vision skirting over those she worked about her cleaned legs. Unnecessary now, preparations performed and his thoughts turned to cause and the frame of time she had been like this. Enough she knew how to handle it, advanced to a point there was a clear skill in the manner each extremity was dressed. For the future this, an apology for words best kept contained, a heat Lorelei should not bear.

Ignored the remark put forth by Cleopatra, the fight taken from him when it was deemed unfitting, shoulders tensed all the same, gaze averted as she likewise seemed to smooth things over. Best alone it was left, her silver tongue a dull blade he may weather, thus his part in this conversation may be viewed as finished.

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[aesior]

AESIOR OPHELES

✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go

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returned the smile as the child moved closer, his gaze flicking back to others within their conversation. fraggle was right to speak his mind, to sort things out for himself. he was a growing child, a youth he would not stay forever. veiled threats and words all around the herbivore ought to bring out some sense of righteousness, a need to defend himself. not all predators hunted in physical body, some struck through words and mental games. that much he knew from his own past. allowing fragglerock's presence to come closer, he let his eyes fall to half-lid. opening them as the child mentioned his name, he would give a faint nod.

there was no healer here, no practitioner, no medic, but those who knew of first aid and he was among the few that carried such knowledge. a breath left him softly, noting vincent's offer of bandages for lorelei, and fraggle's offer of poppy seeds. settling back down, the tom would study the vixen for a moment before exhaling through his nose, making to get to his paws. if she needed aid, or medical supplies, he wouldn't be hard to find. the conversation seemed to be done, and so, with a short smile to fragglerock, the tom would stand and depart from the scene with soft twitches of his tail.

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✯ — MALE. THE GOLDEN EYE. MEDIUM DIFFICULTY. REF. LANGUAGE GUIDE. — ✯

#psychosocial.