[Liem glances down at himself when Hayame asks, as if to confirm that he’s properly whole, but below the rents and punctures in his tree-damp leather, he feels completely whole. Tired, yes, and not entirely well—much as he’d been that first day after emerging from the sarcophagus beneath Yima’s manor, after the worst of the sickness had passed. But despite a certain shakiness in his limbs and a residual unease inhabiting his guts and lungs and head, he’s untroubled by any sickness or injury.]
I should probably try to eat something, though.
[It has been a week since anything last passed his lips, after all. Important as food and water seem, though, they aren’t the things foremost on his mind. Thoughts of the dream he’d had during his long sleep bubble to the surface, making his gaze turn more intent as he regards Hayame.]
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[Liem glances down at himself when Hayame asks, as if to confirm that he’s properly whole, but below the rents and punctures in his tree-damp leather, he feels completely whole. Tired, yes, and not entirely well—much as he’d been that first day after emerging from the sarcophagus beneath Yima’s manor, after the worst of the sickness had passed. But despite a certain shakiness in his limbs and a residual unease inhabiting his guts and lungs and head, he’s untroubled by any sickness or injury.]
I should probably try to eat something, though.
[It has been a week since anything last passed his lips, after all. Important as food and water seem, though, they aren’t the things foremost on his mind. Thoughts of the dream he’d had during his long sleep bubble to the surface, making his gaze turn more intent as he regards Hayame.]
… Did we slay it? Do you have the shard?