As the dream shatters and shifts Lyfraleg finds themself sat near where 11.7 is. They smile at him, as softly as they can when their leg is screaming in pain. They'll get that fixed when they wake up, if it transfers.
"I don't know your relationship with your Lyfrassir, however I assume it's similar to mine with Nastya, if not a bit different. When you find them, and you will find them, listen to what they have to say. They may throw something at you, but give them time Marius. Give them time. I wish you luck."
( @severallyfrassireddas )
11.7 looked up at Leg. "I- thank you." he responded, fidgeting slightly. He tried to take the words to heart. How could that ever happen to him, though? He was mortal now. His time, resources, everything was limited. He didn't even know if he'd make it out of this forest without bleeding out or starving to death or getting attacked by wild animals or falling off a cliff and dying in a ditch somewhere. Finding Lyf, talking to them even once, much less enough to get anywhere close to forgiveness? That was a whole seperate package, and 11.7 didn't think he could pay shipping.
Why would Lyf forgive him for leaving them, when 11.7 didn't think he could forgive himself?
"I'm- doing a lot better than I thought I'd ever be, at least." he tried for a smile. His attempt wasn't particularly successful. "Given, y'know. Not dead. And that Lyf isn't dead. There's- that, at least."
