"Yes," Azwel whispers, still stroking Vash's hair. "I'm fine. Just coming back down, is all." And it's even partially true. He is exhausted and he is recovering from sensory overload, but there's something more to it that he can't quite put his finger on. A kind of quivering in his nerves, strangely familiar. It's twitchy, little overwhelmed misfirings.
He takes a deep breath and tries to still that twitchy trembling. Besides, he has other things to worry about. He hasn't noticed the feathers, but he did notice the tears and the sheer savageness. But he knows if he asks Vash if he's all right he'll simply get the same opaque answer he always gets, the kind he, himself, just gave.
Still, that small compassion that occasionally gnaws pointedly at his mind does so again.
"And you? Something was on your mind, wasn't it?"
He's utterly genuine in asking this. Something had been swept from his memory but, as is the nature of such things, he has no idea what that could have been. There's nothing but a mild, curious concern in his eyes.
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Date: 2019-06-12 09:46 am (UTC)He takes a deep breath and tries to still that twitchy trembling. Besides, he has other things to worry about. He hasn't noticed the feathers, but he did notice the tears and the sheer savageness. But he knows if he asks Vash if he's all right he'll simply get the same opaque answer he always gets, the kind he, himself, just gave.
Still, that small compassion that occasionally gnaws pointedly at his mind does so again.
"And you? Something was on your mind, wasn't it?"
He's utterly genuine in asking this. Something had been swept from his memory but, as is the nature of such things, he has no idea what that could have been. There's nothing but a mild, curious concern in his eyes.
So he's not certain why he, himself, is weeping.