It's mildly distressing to see a formally robust man in such a state, but Prometheus is also grateful that he is recovering. Modern medicine is nothing short of a miracle, so far as he's concerned.
He steps in, placing his gifts on the table next to Azwel's bed, and pulls up a chair. The Titan looks his usual self, although there might be a bit more gray in his beard. The storm has not left him entirely unscathed.
"I heard you were among those who retrieved the cache of food that allowed most everyone to survive the last of the storm. The mortals of the Nexus owe you a debt of gratitude. Is there anything you need, while you are here?"
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Date: 2019-03-27 02:27 pm (UTC)He steps in, placing his gifts on the table next to Azwel's bed, and pulls up a chair. The Titan looks his usual self, although there might be a bit more gray in his beard. The storm has not left him entirely unscathed.
"I heard you were among those who retrieved the cache of food that allowed most everyone to survive the last of the storm. The mortals of the Nexus owe you a debt of gratitude. Is there anything you need, while you are here?"