[ Seeing him rise to his feet surprises her, that he could push through something like that with an iron resolve is almost awe-inspiring. It's the sort of thing that draws her wordlessly to her feet out of respect more than anything else, dispelling what doubt she might have had in her mind. He still wishes to fight, despite his condition, and she can hardly deny him that.
If he's so determined to stand and fight, then she will do all that she can to give him the means to do so. Even if it placed him in danger yet again, he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he didn't continue to move forward, would he? If he didn't keep pushing, if he didn't fight to protect others. It's something she understands all too well, and would do the same thing in his position.
I know.
Which is why she reaches out to touch his wrist as he raises his hand, in a gesture that might seem like an acknowledgement of that sentiment—and it is—but there's something else there. A subtle shift, pulling him gently in the direction of the sound, similarly to how he had led her that day in Wyver.
Let her lead this time.
Her other hand raising gently, plucking what light she could from whatever was left of the daylight, Lux holds the spell there. Taking a deep breath and holding it, she throws in into the reeds with the intent of snaring the vileling before it gets a chance to strike—or drawing it out, failing that. ]
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If he's so determined to stand and fight, then she will do all that she can to give him the means to do so. Even if it placed him in danger yet again, he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he didn't continue to move forward, would he? If he didn't keep pushing, if he didn't fight to protect others. It's something she understands all too well, and would do the same thing in his position.
I know.
Which is why she reaches out to touch his wrist as he raises his hand, in a gesture that might seem like an acknowledgement of that sentiment—and it is—but there's something else there. A subtle shift, pulling him gently in the direction of the sound, similarly to how he had led her that day in Wyver.
Let her lead this time.
Her other hand raising gently, plucking what light she could from whatever was left of the daylight, Lux holds the spell there. Taking a deep breath and holding it, she throws in into the reeds with the intent of snaring the vileling before it gets a chance to strike—or drawing it out, failing that. ]