[It has been days since the shardbearers went to Alenroux and discovered that it was deserted before nightfall for a reason. Even more days since the leaders of the Meridian and Zenith had called upon their followers to investigate the fate of a missing man, and ask for his rescue or the retrieval of his shard. It’s been a week since a priest of Abadar and a jinba archer had set foot into the woods of Alenroux for their own reasons… and if sheen half a day less than that since Liem Talbott had died on the forest floor.
What made it worse was that Hayame had been there, and yet because of her weakness… For most intents and purposes, Liem had died alone.
More debt. More things between them that she does not know what to do. In her ignorance, Hayame does only what she feels is her duty, what she feels is owed… what she hasn’t begun to pay him back yet. She stands guard, she warns others off stepping on this patch of root-filled land, and-
She tires. The man who had healed her had warned her that her body would pull from its own physical capabilities to reknit flesh and reseal blood vessels, but still she is exhausted. Exhausted enough that… When Liem begins to awaken and claw his way free from the roots…
Hayame is a deep in sleep by his “bedside”, curled up tight and her face pillowed in the crook of a limb.]
post-Alenroux dissipation;
What made it worse was that Hayame had been there, and yet because of her weakness… For most intents and purposes, Liem had died alone.
More debt. More things between them that she does not know what to do. In her ignorance, Hayame does only what she feels is her duty, what she feels is owed… what she hasn’t begun to pay him back yet. She stands guard, she warns others off stepping on this patch of root-filled land, and-
She tires. The man who had healed her had warned her that her body would pull from its own physical capabilities to reknit flesh and reseal blood vessels, but still she is exhausted. Exhausted enough that… When Liem begins to awaken and claw his way free from the roots…
Hayame is a deep in sleep by his “bedside”, curled up tight and her face pillowed in the crook of a limb.]