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ofthievesandleaves replied to your post: ofthievesandleaves replied to your post: ...
but he prefers it that way, if only bc it keeps him safer OW I HURT MY HEART BYE
Pah he’s just a bitter old man
Someone forcibly retire him and give him like. A dog. A soft one. Don’t let him stab people anymore. And probably a cat too. Like a social one like a mainecoon that drools
ofthievesandleaves replied to your post: Ooc: as a sylvari main i love cactus canach. As a...
i enjoy the hc of him as a cotton plant : P
the fact of the matter is he’s a beaten soft boy to the point of being mistaken for being something already hard and pointy :C
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“It’s me,” Cathasach murmured, brushing a hand over Nylarun’s forehead. He wasn’t really sure why he did that. Maybe it was because he’d seen so many human healers do that to their injured charges that he’d sort of absorbed the movement as something healers Did To Check-in on their patients. Regardless, Cathasach tucked the field blanket up a little more on Nylarun’s bandaged ribs. “You, uh. Got knocked down pretty hard.”
It was obvious he didn’t exactly remember. Cathasach smiled a little despite the worry flipping over in his chest. “How... do you... feel?”