Moonspear In your sword still beats a heart

If nothing else, it appeared his humor remained intact enough. She did not have to worry about that. It was an answer she could've seen coming judging by what she had come into, but it was her aching concern over him that didn't have her bite back with a matching remark--perhaps something about how he looked the part right now and that it worried her of course, but she wouldn't swing with such low blows. To her, he looked tired still.

Well that's easy enough, she replied when it was only her company he wanted, although a persistent thought warned that he maybe needed more than just that, or anything that she knew how to bring him. Something maybe wasn't quite alright? Then again, a part of her was annoyed for thinking this about her sterling brother, even seeing him now suffering here in the dark. They had nursed other wounds together before, it was a part of their lifestyle as warriors and protectors. This wasn't the first or the last time this could happen. I'll stay. You tell me if there's more I can do, alright? She couldn't tell how to navigate that uncertainty yet.. but supposed, being here for him might give her a better answer.

Opalia scooted a bit closer, leaning her nose into his space. Can I see it? she motioned to his elbow with a light nod, curious, but understanding if he'd rather not let her get a better look for today. It probably wouldn't mean a whole lot to her, anyway, but further affirmation that the one who had done it would pay severely--and Opalia was far from alone in this.

But, stoking the flames in her heart for later, she soon could settle into a comfortable space with him and hopefully help get his mind off his pain--for it didn't matter where the conversation went, she went willingly with him.