[ Indeed, there's no need to finish a statement which has such an obvious conclusion, and Naminé's expression is as serious as it ought to be to communicate that when she pauses at his description, head tilting subtly. ]
How strange, [ she remarks finally after her eyes have shifted a few times in thought, gaze turned inward more than at him. They grow a little sadder thereafter, then, more quietly, ] He must have had his reasons.
[ Madness isn't always an all-or-nothing prospect, after all - sometimes portions of self-awareness linger. But it's a lot for anyone to handle, whether as the person who's gone mad or someone who has to try to restrain them, and presently her attention refocuses to Link's face. The angle of her head only increases then as she considers him, searching his features a moment. It's not hard to imagine that he might have... regrets, as she knows she might. (As she knows someone who's dedicated so much of their life to others might.)
She isn't the type to put a hand on another's shoulder to provide comfort, but... the tone of her voice is the same as it would be if she'd made the gesture, every bit as gentle despite how her palm lingers close to what remains of his wound instead. ]
Either way... you were able to help him.
[ Regardless of how it was done, the word still applies. Breathing out a slow sigh, she lets her eyes fall to the resultant injury, urges her magic to start again. It'll be done soon, and as much is obvious at a glance; the new skin is close to covering it over after her efforts. ]
Maybe later you'll be able to find out more about why it happened. [ A beat. Kindly, ] If that's what you want to do.
[ After all, for all the weight that death yet carries here, it's not nearly as permanent as it would be outside of this world. ]
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Date: 2023-06-13 09:00 pm (UTC)How strange, [ she remarks finally after her eyes have shifted a few times in thought, gaze turned inward more than at him. They grow a little sadder thereafter, then, more quietly, ] He must have had his reasons.
[ Madness isn't always an all-or-nothing prospect, after all - sometimes portions of self-awareness linger. But it's a lot for anyone to handle, whether as the person who's gone mad or someone who has to try to restrain them, and presently her attention refocuses to Link's face. The angle of her head only increases then as she considers him, searching his features a moment. It's not hard to imagine that he might have... regrets, as she knows she might. (As she knows someone who's dedicated so much of their life to others might.)
She isn't the type to put a hand on another's shoulder to provide comfort, but... the tone of her voice is the same as it would be if she'd made the gesture, every bit as gentle despite how her palm lingers close to what remains of his wound instead. ]
Either way... you were able to help him.
[ Regardless of how it was done, the word still applies. Breathing out a slow sigh, she lets her eyes fall to the resultant injury, urges her magic to start again. It'll be done soon, and as much is obvious at a glance; the new skin is close to covering it over after her efforts. ]
Maybe later you'll be able to find out more about why it happened. [ A beat. Kindly, ] If that's what you want to do.
[ After all, for all the weight that death yet carries here, it's not nearly as permanent as it would be outside of this world. ]