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Ooc — CJ
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these two constantly hurt me in good and bad ways umg
The shaman uttered her name and Tenzin let his shoulder sag as his head dipped lightly. There wasn't much that needed to be said. "Free," he breathed, glancing up toward the sky where the sun sat openly. He returned his gaze to Lecter and refrained from mentioning Jinx. Her part was important, but Jinx herself was not. What mattered was that Dawa was no longer trudging through this world's endless tortures. Now she was beyond him with her mother, Yonten, and all of the other clerics the Dragon had slain that fiery, awful night.
A rare and delicate gesture from the shaman brought a sensation to Tenzin's throat that he hadn't ever quite felt before. He choked on nothing and found himself staring at Lecter through suddenly blurry eyes. The closeness he had with his Brothers was spiritual, but with the shaman it was something entirely different. The monk had lived his whole life void of friendships and favoritism. He leaned into the gesture and pressed his nose against Lecter's own cheek, closing his eyes.
The moment was but a breath in time, and as Tenzin pulled back, Lecter was speaking again. He had opened his eyes now, catching his friend's own and smiling gently. He listened to the words of the shaman and a new sensation bloomed within his chest. Though he would always be one to serve others as a spiritual guide, he knew his gods had no place here among those of the natives. There was a momentary pause before Lecter added in the last bit which caused the monk to smile broadly.
"I would never dare judge the cunning of a shaman such as yourself, great friend," he jabbed, eyes bright as he regarded Lecter now. "Are you sure your wife will have me within her pack?" the monk asked seriously, eyes fading lightly as he thought of the fury Jinx had brought to the Vale. Whether he lived out the rest of his life alone or not did not matter to the monk, for he would always have his gods and his prayers.