[ he means well, but his words are little comfort in the face of this raw suffering. alisaie is so quick to run headlong into danger, to get herself hurt again and again and yet she would take that pain a hundredfold to this - seeing those she cares for hurting, aching, most especially when she is powerless to help. beholding his anguish and self-hatred is far more painful than the burns and poisons and stab wounds she has received, her only comfort that he is here now, having survived his ordeal, made all the stronger for it.
but gods, that does not make it easier. if only she had met him sooner..
distantly she is aware that perhaps he needed this, that this time spent alone with only himself was exactly what was required for him to pull through it. important as it is to be able to rely on others, it is equally important to learn to stand on your own two feet - alisaie learned that in her way, and prompto, perhaps, in his. like this. still her protective instinct is strong and ferocious and it is difficult to not want to leap to his aid like an angry mother bear, and tear all that threatens him to shreds. even if it is himself.
when aranea appears to heal him, the pressure on her heart eases a little, but still it is not easy to listen to their conversation, to hear the pain in his voice, his uncertainty, his loneliness. she does not answer, only dips her head to press her nose and mouth to his forearm, her grip still firm and tight. ]
no subject
but gods, that does not make it easier. if only she had met him sooner..
distantly she is aware that perhaps he needed this, that this time spent alone with only himself was exactly what was required for him to pull through it. important as it is to be able to rely on others, it is equally important to learn to stand on your own two feet - alisaie learned that in her way, and prompto, perhaps, in his. like this. still her protective instinct is strong and ferocious and it is difficult to not want to leap to his aid like an angry mother bear, and tear all that threatens him to shreds. even if it is himself.
when aranea appears to heal him, the pressure on her heart eases a little, but still it is not easy to listen to their conversation, to hear the pain in his voice, his uncertainty, his loneliness. she does not answer, only dips her head to press her nose and mouth to his forearm, her grip still firm and tight. ]