Dragoncrest Cliffs i gotta get mine, i gotta get it

At his words, and her own from before, had her jaw clenching; a muscle flickering in her cheek as she peered at him from over a crude shoulder, her argent eyes hard and bright. The silver brow wreathing her scars, she didn’t reply to him at first, favoring to turn away for another moment before trailing her way back to him. Settling with a huff, Aure situated herself at his flank, her boney rump facing him and budding belly pudging at her knees.

Draping the curve of her neck along him, a red-riddled cheek gingerly smushed into poulticed ribs, she hummed, ”A fortnight — a bit beyond that. You will be...” pale face scrunching, stifling a tearful yawn, ”Your injuries will be well enough by then. And if they are not...” wrinkled muzzle struggling in vain to not yawn, ”If... if they are not, I will do all I can to fend off... infrections.”

For some time, she did nothing but gaze at him without seeing; her irritations and woes took their time to melt from her red-hewn façade. When they did, though, all that was left was utter, parchment-thin exhaustion; and some waning vulnerability that hadn’t made itself evident for some time. ”We... I want us to go to Diaspora. I know Stigmata, and I know that... that Takiyok would advocate on our behalf. There is her little ‘favor’, sh-should she need me, after all...” A thin frown that trembled at the corners; a tired tear, fatigued, quivered from her heavy eyes that she made to keep open for Verx’s sake.

What he needed was time to himself; for him to come to terms with all of this on his own time. She should leave him be — not ruin these off-kilter tatters of them as she’d already done. But the sound of his breathing was the most precious thing she’d ever heard, and she’d forgotten the last time she’d really slept, and... 

Aure huffed, nuzzling a scarred cheek into his dark coat, making off with the ridiculous tear. She deemed to peek back up at him, though, with one point of dreary silver, patient for his reply regardless. Even in his state, he might as well be the better speaker today. He doesn’t need this affection; not now. You need to stay awake! But she only finished with, meek and murmuring, a listless pout into his inked fur, ”I want to... know wh-... what you think.”