Starter for @musesbyarya
There was a storm. A storm of darkness, blood, and hatred, with the center being a song of mourning. It was too much for one to bear, even for a being like Nidhogg. Perhaps Estinien only didn't lose himself completely because their pain were similar in a way, but after seeing so closely what such wish for vengeance could to one's heart, he fought even harder to give himself a second chance. Of course, if necessary, he wouldn't hesitate to be a sacrifice to end Nidhogg's song.
Suddenly all that pain was torn away from him. Not a pleasant sensation at first, to be honest, as if his own soul was being ripped, but then... There was calm. Estinien wandered through the nothing in his mind until a muffled cry drew him from the emptiness in him that was left when Nidhogg was gone. After slowing opening his eyes, he looked at Alphinaud by his side "cease your mewling boy. It grates my ears."
To be honest, Estinien never thought there were people who would go so far to save him. That commotion in the room was tiring but welcome nevertheless. The effort of his awakening was a little too much for his weakened body though, and soon he returned to sleep.
Estinien woke up hours later. The night sky tinted the window as snowflakes danced in their fall. At first, he had the impression to be alone in the room but soon noticed a shadow moving in the wall. Looking at its owner, his mouth was left half-opened as his eyes widened with a spark of surprise and relief. At that moment he couldn't hide his expression of happiness to see Ysayle alive -- even that it wasn't as expressive as other people, it was clear in his features.
"My lady..." that was all he said, still trying to find the right words. He wasn't the best man at being nice after all.
