LyricalLyric
Certified Cool Guy
"Worry about yourself." Ryder said, as he laid out rations and waterskins, eyeing the inventory he had left for the two of them. Sure he had suffered wounds of his own, but nothing too major and nothing he hadn't handled before. He glanced out the corner of his eye to the wrapping on her arm. She hadn't reopened the wound. Even now, after everything that happened she was still asking about others?
He grabbed an apple from the rations, one of the few refreshing foods among them, and extended one out towards Lenore. "Eat. You need your strength." She was like to refuse, so Ryder didn't give her a choice. He stood up himself and took a few steps towards an approaching Lenore. With one hand he grabbed her non-injured arm's hand, and with his other he placed the apple in it. He finally looked up into her pained eyes. He knew that look, he had seen it before.
Words would mean nothing, not that he was ever particualrily skilled with them. Instead, he looked deep into her violet eyes, still swollen from her tears. Without uttering a sound, he invited her to vent her frustrations, release her sadness, share her pain. After a moment, he finally asked an important question.
"What will you do now?" This wasn't a inquiry, it was a challenge. A challenge to see if she would succumb to despair or rise above from the ashes.
He grabbed an apple from the rations, one of the few refreshing foods among them, and extended one out towards Lenore. "Eat. You need your strength." She was like to refuse, so Ryder didn't give her a choice. He stood up himself and took a few steps towards an approaching Lenore. With one hand he grabbed her non-injured arm's hand, and with his other he placed the apple in it. He finally looked up into her pained eyes. He knew that look, he had seen it before.
Words would mean nothing, not that he was ever particualrily skilled with them. Instead, he looked deep into her violet eyes, still swollen from her tears. Without uttering a sound, he invited her to vent her frustrations, release her sadness, share her pain. After a moment, he finally asked an important question.
"What will you do now?" This wasn't a inquiry, it was a challenge. A challenge to see if she would succumb to despair or rise above from the ashes.