Duskfire Glacier handful

the sharp sting of asha’s touch pulling him from the haze of pain. his body ached, but her careful tending softened the edges of his discomfort. his amber eyes flickered open, heavy with exhaustion but sharp enough to catch the whisper of her question.

pray? his voice was low, hoarse, and edged with the remnants of his battle. he let the word linger in the air for a moment, as though tasting it.

no gods’ve answered me yet, he muttered, a faint smirk tugging at his lips despite the weight of his injuries. maybe they don’t like the sound of my voice.

his gaze shifted to her, a spark of curiosity breaking through the fatigue. and you? you believe they’re listening?