[Perhaps it is the red eyes, burning against that backdrop of black, that finally unsettle the contents of Hayame’s first stomach. Perhaps it is that, when she looks back at Liem after their hurry through the winding trail they’d plotted for their retreat, his chin is still dark with streaks of drying blood, but the skin around his mouth has been licked clean. Perhaps the smell invading her keen nose is too much for her with the constant jarring of her injured shoulder.
Either way, Liem stops when she does, watching with a small frown as she retches against the huge trunk of a garden tree. Glancing down at himself, he is greeted by spots and stains of the blood that had trickled down onto his (admittedly already ruined) clothing as they’d made their escape. He must be a mess, but still, Hayame’s obvious disgust makes resentment prickle at the back of his throat. He welcomes it; he’d rather feel that than the hurt.]
We’re far enough, for now.
[He speaks coolly as he leans down to tuck the leaf-wrapped wing into the moss, hiding it amongst the spongy greenery. With his hands free, he scoops up some dew clinging to a lush frond and uses it to bathe his face.]
We should reseat your shoulder. How did it get dislocated?
[Amos was a strong man, but even so, he wouldn’t expect him to be able to cause Hayame such an injury. But, perhaps it had happened during their fall to earth, when she snatched him out of the air.]
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Either way, Liem stops when she does, watching with a small frown as she retches against the huge trunk of a garden tree. Glancing down at himself, he is greeted by spots and stains of the blood that had trickled down onto his (admittedly already ruined) clothing as they’d made their escape. He must be a mess, but still, Hayame’s obvious disgust makes resentment prickle at the back of his throat. He welcomes it; he’d rather feel that than the hurt.]
We’re far enough, for now.
[He speaks coolly as he leans down to tuck the leaf-wrapped wing into the moss, hiding it amongst the spongy greenery. With his hands free, he scoops up some dew clinging to a lush frond and uses it to bathe his face.]
We should reseat your shoulder. How did it get dislocated?
[Amos was a strong man, but even so, he wouldn’t expect him to be able to cause Hayame such an injury. But, perhaps it had happened during their fall to earth, when she snatched him out of the air.]