who: @adrianvoll where: The deck of the Kossith dreadnaught when: A few days in advance of the 'splosion notes: Regular paragraphs, not Paypal paragraphs!
Freydis keenly recalled the last stretch of captivity that felt hopeless and impossible. It was the prison in the Astral Library, a labyrinth of tomes and mazes, the place where spell scars had been sustained and a circle eight had been formed. Her natural inclination, once she had recovered herself a touch, was to seek out the members of the circle: Deimos and Adrian. While she did not wish for the captivity of anyone else, she could not help but to wonder what they might have been capable of in this status of liberation from the a’dams, how much help they might have been able to offer the other captives if they worked together again.
Instead, they would need to work with what they had.
She sought out Adrian on the deck of the ship. She had lost count of the days since she had seen him, or at least since she recalled seeing him. Many she came across looked far worse than they had when they boarded the ship–they needed to make it to safety, somewhere to rest and heal. Anywhere but stranded on this gods forsaken vessel. When she found him, she felt compelled to embrace him until she saw the burn marks and roughened skin that littered his arms. Freydis sucked in a tight breath before looking at him, brows upturned in concern as her hands hovered both afraid of hurting him but compelled to try and help. "That looks painful... are you alright?" For a moment, she wondered if she ought to stave off from asking him for his help in favor of allowing him the potential for rest and recovery.