@lunaritic said: ∗ 9o﹕ sender helps receiver patch up a wound . (nonverbal prompts)
Aphelios is alright. Strange, and certainly out of place here, but alright. He’s quiet, and he doesn’t complain and he’s not pushy. He hasn’t made any demands, and, most of all, he hasn’t tried to kill her—at least, not yet. Actually, at the moment, he’s helping her through the process of removing two arrows from her shoulder.
If it had been anywhere else, she’d have done it herself. Xayah hates owing people, hates feeling vulnerable, and she also hates letting humans lay a hand on her for anything (though, thankfully, she’d kept herself from flinching away this time). Unfortunately, the worst of it is out of reach on her back, and she can barely lift her right arm without hurting herself. Those shadow-scouts had been shooting at both of them, anyway—enemy of my enemy, huh?
She lets out a low growl as he ties off the bandage. Ow. ❝ ...uff. thanks. ❞ She says, with a huff. Politeness with humans. Not quite her style, but... ❝ —and, uh, you know that you’re being haunted, right? ❞
She’d sensed it. Something. Like an odd hum in the air. It wasn’t a demon; not loud enough for that. It also wasn’t a spirit, for the same reason. Like a ghost, almost, except if it were a ghost, she’d have seen it. Or a night-ghast, or will-o-wisp, or a pixie, sprite or nymph. She’d have seen those, even if humans didn’t. So... something else.
❝ ...just thought i’d let you know. ❞
