Her display of pain causes the large male to freeze in motion, he had already been careful but now he moved with more caution.
A gruff apology slips past his lips in a near incoherent mumble as he takes action once more.
“Have you been pushing yourself too hard?”
“Eager you are for company that is not your kin.
Very well, I will indulge you, retribution.” He waves her closer toward him and his blazing fire. “Join me.”
“Have I ever been anything but gentle.”
The fire bringer returns as he takes on the task. Golden soaked bandages are set to the side as they are removed from the other.
Limbs outstretched, taking the fresh ones and beginning to dress the ever bleeding wounds.
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“ 𝓹rom ┈┈ ”
protests d*e on the tip of her tongue as he takes over changing the ichor——soaked dressings . arke sighs softly .
“ ┈┈ fine . just be gentle . ”
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“I have seen many a possibility for how this evening will go. None promise certainty and I have no plan to indulge you on what those possibilities contain.”
No motion is made, allowing her to move closer.
“I merely had forgotten some of the 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙧 details of your appearance, Pyrphóros.”
Dawn steps a bit closer—opalescent gaze never leaving his.
“Have you not foreseen how your evening will go?”
“If I have misread something, I ask you bring clarity, dayspring.”
He stares at the animated goddess. Visage carved into one of indifference.
“The evening has only begun, I cannot say for certain. Yourself?”
“You misread my expressions,” Eos corrects, holding up a singular index finger. “I was not surprised.”
The Titan’s smile does not waver though it no longer reaches her eyes.
“How are you faring, hm?”