❝ Ethari.. E-Ethari! Its fine. Stop worrying. ❞ Reassuring his husband was something Runaan had done time and time again. No matter the circumstances or trials ahead he would always return to Ethari so as his face was being prodded by curious hands Runaan remains level headed and insists everything is alright. They are, after all, only bruises. He’s endured far worse and felt the incessant inquires and brows riddled with worry was needless. He hisses only once when the black and blue swelling surrounding his right eye is inspected and lightly bats away Ethari’s hands.
❝ I’ll. Be. Fine. Okay? ❞
@tinkererelf ._.











