@chmarva -- " this hunger cannot be sated. "
strange; what little she knows of gith, they are not carnivorous creatures. eyebrows lift as she hears the breathy voice of her companion beside her.
" if you seek to wet your blade, then wet it. when have you ever held back, lae'zel? "
she turns, raising a hand to place it gently on her companion's shoulder. " I understand what it feels like, but the only way to go on is to feed yourself -- a little at a time. insatiable hunger can be dulled, even if not felled. "
her features are soft, a small smile greeting her companion with a rare genuine sympathy. her own hunger rules her more often than not, and in time she has slowly learned that ignoring it only leads to far more pain than giving in. she wonders if there is something malignant rotting away within the githyanki as there is herself, or whether it is merely her nature getting the better of her. either way, it is something she can use. a sword that she can wield.
" unlike some that share our camp, I see no point in denying yourself what you need. this hunger... it gives you strength, purpose. it drives you forward to what you need to do. if you hold back, you're only hurting yourself -- what good is there in trying to push forth when you are not at your best? "
the hand on lae'zel's shoulder rubs gently, hoping to reassure her. " but it is your own choice, of course. if you wish to hold back, then I will continue to support you. but the more you deny it, the worse it will get. do what is right for you. "
prompts. always accepting.
