hyanaimne | Exsilium

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[it really shouldn't be a surprise that when Sev picks Tempest up, without warning, Tempest's first instinct is to turn around and punch whoever it is—she only manages to stop herself because she senses Sev a second before she hauls off. It doesn't stop the half-scream, half-squeak noise that slips out, though, and Tempest just scowls deeper before letting Seviilia do what she pleases.

She wasn't about to argue a free ride, at least. Not when things were hurting and she was out of breath and the elf was much faster than she was]

[Seviilia vocalizes nothing, expresses nothing. She had gone with the intent of returning what was due in turn for Koltira's assistance and instead came out with a spiteful crater in her stomach. Tempest was an unexpected find, but not a casualty she was willing to risk.

Or perhaps she was carrying her now to tell herself that he was full of shit -- that he would not let her go, that he would simply chase once she thought she was free. Like wild animal. Just as Seviilia herself would have done.

Her expression changes just a hit with that thought, jaw setting stubbornly.]

[Tempest stays quiet for a while, lost in thought and resisting the urge to waste her magic trying to heal anything. Stupid dark elves and their stupid dark magic and her stupid half-blood problems.

She does speak up when she's sure they're far enough away, taps Seviilia's shoulder first to get her attention. Her voice is just a touch hoarse]

I think you can put me down now.

[The tap doesn't halt her -- most of her movement is an excersize in restraint. The darker part of her wants to take her anger out on the woman in her arms, to finish what Koltira had started.

But no. She has something to prove. And this is Tempest.

With that in mind, she slows and releases the other as requested. Subconsciously, her hands close and open a few times to test internal tension, and she is aware of just how raw that nerve had been.]

How did you find him?

[Monotone.]

[her legs feel like jelly underneath her, but she only loses her balance for a moment before she finds it again. At the very least, through all that, her protection spell held up, so she doesn't have to move away from the elf or anything like that. Which is good, because Tempest is sure she'll fall over right now if she tries]

Bad luck. [she finds herself scowling again, briefly] I found something he must have killed, and then I heard him yelling. So I went to see.

[She does not appear entirely aware that she is holding out her arm to allow Tempest to steady herself. She is focused instead on measured and false breathes that come out in clouds of frost.

When she mentions investigating, Seviilia seems to snap to attention and let's her eyes rest on Tempest.]

You must not repeat that course of action in the future. You are lucky to be alive.

[It wasn't all luck. At least a quarter of it was simply that she had found Koltira and not Seviilia in that state.]

No shit.

[it comes out before she can rethink it, but she's heard her stupid wolves use it before, heard others use it as well, and it fit the situation quite nicely. She sighs and scrubs a hand over her face]

Should I hear agonized yelling in the trees, yes, I will avoid it wholeheartedly.

It is not a question of if.

[It comes out a little more venemous than she intends, but she doesn't curb her tone.]

What you witnessed -- that is the true nature of a death knight. It will happen again.

[To him. To her.]

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[the look she gives Seviilia is a long one; considering.

Before she shrugs and tugs up the sleeve of her jacket to examine her wrist]

Then I know what to expect.

[She thinks of telling her of Koltira's restraint -- that she does not truly know what to expect. But the thought makes that ugly crater widen and causes her to scowl, so she does not.]

Let me see.

[She moves her arm (finally) and holds out her hand for Tempest's wrist. If Koltira had cut her and injected plague, it would surely kill her.]

[Tempest frowns at her, but does as she's asked and holds out her wrist.

There's no cuts, but the skin is a darkened color where the chains had held her down. She sighs and reaches up to push some hair out of her face; the other wrist is similar when her coat shifts]

It did not even bloody touch me and it does that. Hell.

[She drops her hand away without contact when she sees what has become of the skin. Her mood would only encourage the wound to worsen. There was no plague for her to leech, and so there was nothing she could do to repair the damage.

Seviilia grunts out a methodical response.]

It would have had similar effect on any living creature. We were originally raised to cleanse the world of all life through disease and suffering.

How pleasant.

[as sarcastic as it comes out, it comes out in a lighter tone as well, as to not insult her. She rubs at her wrist before pulling her sleeve back down]

It will only worsen in the morning for me. [bloody half-elf] My skin will turn a rather lovely shade of black until it heals.

[She has nothing to say to that. Of course it was unpleasant, but she could not be offended about that even if she tried. It was merely the uncontrollable truth of things.]

There are priests and at least one paladin here. You should consider their aid.

As far as I know, they will not be able to do a damn thing, except to waste their magic.

[the look she shoots Sev is tired and wry] I will live. And be annoyed until it goes away, but it is not life-threatening. [her flatmates might have to live with her being ill over the course of the night, but it's certainly not as bad as the last go. This time, at least, she had her spell up]

[She does not return it. ]

As you say.

[That's why singular living is better.]

[Tempest watches her for a moment, then sighs]

Thank you for - [saving? Rescuing? God, those sounded damsely] - helping me back there. I owe you.

You do not.

[She busies herself with rewrapping her axes and attaching them to her back more securely.

There is a long stretch of silence before...]

...I suspect I am partially to blame for this.

The hell I don't. [she may not like the idea of being rescued, but she won't let that go without her paying Sev back]

. . . how are you to blame?

I have an obligation, aside from the fact that we are familiar, to prevent Koltira from harming other transports.

[An obligation she is squandering but...]

Just as he would do. He has been rather...focused on that. I suspect he has not been tending to himself in the process.

Then he is at fault as well, is he not?

[she frowns, regarding Sev for a moment]

Should you go to him, then?

I suppose.

[Her lips purse for just a moment before her expression falls neutral.]

No. He is far enough out for the majority of the population.

[And she is no longer interested in easing his suffering at the present.]

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[she tilts her head, the nods; it really is none of her business, and a part of her doesn't want Sev getting hurt - even if she would do far better than most]

Alright.

If it becomes a problem, then I will consider it.

[She opens and closes her hands. If she had her armor, she might have stood a chance, bit without it...

Koltira was simply stronger than her.]

[the darkening marks on her neck and wrists says it's a a problem, but she won't argue]

Mmm.

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