She couldn’t help it. Apologies were the only words her lips could shape. Her heart was grieving too much to allow for anything but.
Her shoulders tense at the sudden contact, not expecting him to be able to even lift his hand. She blinks, tears rolling off her lashes && making their way down her stained cheeks,&& lifts her free hand to meet his. She traces little circles on the back of his fingers, hoping offer him some comfort in what appeared to be his final moments.
Her lips tremble as she raises her brow at him, “ Wha- ”
The warm light breaks her focus. She glances down at her hand && sees the glow emitting from his wound, sees the edges of his wounds closing. Her heart skips a beat as her eyelids flutter, blinking away the last of her tears.
As soon as the words flow from her lips, the light from her hand shines BRIGHTER. The paladin inhales sharply; completely unaware of how she was doing this but not willing to question it, fearing if she did–for even a moment–it would disappear.
“ Kr-kravitz I, I don’t know what’s going on b-but I’m… I-I’m sure it’s ok. It’s ok. You’re going to be ok. ” Corners of her lips pull up in something sort of resembling a smile, “ T-tell me something. Anything. Keep your eyes on me, ok? Just… ” She blinks, smile becoming more identifiable now, “ Tell me about your family, Kravitz. You know all about me and, and the ones I love. What about you? ”
The warmth was welcome, comforting. It swept through him like a tidal wave, carrying away the majority of the pain that strung him along. The tie to the plane kept growing stronger, thickening wth Julia’s assistance. The wound starting to close.
The ex-bard can’t help, but give a shuddering breathe of awe. It grew brighter, growing warmer, and he lulled his head back. Eyes blinked, slowly, as if still coming to the realization that he wasn’t dead.
“ I’m going to be ok. ” It was a weird phrase to mutter when you were quite sure that this would be your last second on this plane. She smiled, and he couldn’t help, but give his own. It was weak, tired, but it was there. He did as directed, eyes scaning back up to his best friend’s features.
“ Family... ok. ” He nods once, breathing more stable, “ I had... two older siblings, twins, they were always trying to pull me into weird performances they set up. Gave me a terrible nicname too, but they watched my back when I was young. Teased me about the people I liked, all the things siblings do, and... and they did them well. ”
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