Lucyfer
Said you'd die for me, well -- there's the ground
Gale scoffed at the hasty change, obviously put off by it, but he didn't interject. “Then help us another way. See these tieflings out of the Grove, so that our Rite can be completed without bloodshed.” Kagha directed, tone still harsh, but not without a waver.
She knew her behavior seemed monstrous but good intent was there to protect her people. She'd rather not harm others.
Gale grit his teeth. “In case you haven't noticed, they want to leave, but the goblins are hindering things. Have you considered helping mount an assault on these goblins so everyone can make it?”
“No, and we won't. We will protect ourselves with the Rite. You all seem capable to serve as escorts for the tieflings, so I am asking you to do just that.”
“Oh, we're not all that capable,” Astarion waved it off as Shadowheart inched back to their side, hand over hand, staring frightfully at a wolf, “we're here for a healer, you see.”
~***~
Of course, Myna didn’t blame Karlach. She knew that was the problem, that was the whole reason she brought Karlach here, but she’d just…acted! So as Karlach apologized, Myna just shook her head. It wasn’t necessary, at all, and she swallowed back the pain as Enver had some burn supplies fetched.
He offered to help, and although Myna wanted to refuse, pain had a fairly convincing argument not to refuse.
“Okay…,” the closeness he imagined for them still made her wary but she offered her hands to his care, eyes observant, knowledge flitting in from that unrecalled other life that he hadn't grabbed anything harmful to her.
That no one else was moving to do ham to Karlach.
“It was my mistake,” she reiterated to Karlach, “don't worry, I don't blame you. But I still think you should get help here. A child could make a similar mistake.” How foolishly children took hold of others.
A parent wouldn't be so forgiving.
‘And what a delicious tragedy if the child died a slow death from burns after hugging her.’
Myna clenched her jaw against the thought.
She knew her behavior seemed monstrous but good intent was there to protect her people. She'd rather not harm others.
Gale grit his teeth. “In case you haven't noticed, they want to leave, but the goblins are hindering things. Have you considered helping mount an assault on these goblins so everyone can make it?”
“No, and we won't. We will protect ourselves with the Rite. You all seem capable to serve as escorts for the tieflings, so I am asking you to do just that.”
“Oh, we're not all that capable,” Astarion waved it off as Shadowheart inched back to their side, hand over hand, staring frightfully at a wolf, “we're here for a healer, you see.”
~***~
Of course, Myna didn’t blame Karlach. She knew that was the problem, that was the whole reason she brought Karlach here, but she’d just…acted! So as Karlach apologized, Myna just shook her head. It wasn’t necessary, at all, and she swallowed back the pain as Enver had some burn supplies fetched.
He offered to help, and although Myna wanted to refuse, pain had a fairly convincing argument not to refuse.
“Okay…,” the closeness he imagined for them still made her wary but she offered her hands to his care, eyes observant, knowledge flitting in from that unrecalled other life that he hadn't grabbed anything harmful to her.
That no one else was moving to do ham to Karlach.
“It was my mistake,” she reiterated to Karlach, “don't worry, I don't blame you. But I still think you should get help here. A child could make a similar mistake.” How foolishly children took hold of others.
A parent wouldn't be so forgiving.
‘And what a delicious tragedy if the child died a slow death from burns after hugging her.’
Myna clenched her jaw against the thought.
