Luneshale Pass your body laid out on these filthy floors

he’s steel resolve but she’s iron 
incarnate; she surveys him back with the smallest hint of mirth. 

the bat nearly undos him. not because he’s afraid of dark-winged pests, but because he’s in overdrive. he’s on high alert. he’d just nearly fucking died. 

rather than look horrified, she looks intrigued. her lack of disgust over his injuries sparks a small hope in him.  

but he doesn’t understand her. and it’s unlikely she would understand him. 

he’s not one to put blind faith in strangers, but if this is kismet he’ll take it. ayudame, supplicant motions follow, gestural echoes to his request. ayuda sangre.