❛ i won’t be able to mend much of anything if you keep squirming like that. ❜ a sigh drawn from half-parted lips, the usual over-abundance of her patience growing dangerously less so. truth be told, it’s no more than a scrape upon his elbow, -- he’d slid down a rock formation the wrong way, managed to knick himself in the process; for that, she’d already chided him -- but even still, aralae refuses to take chances. her inquisitor ... no, her dearest friend. when she’d joined his army, she’d promised to protect him from all harm. that, of course, included the unintentional danger he was to himself. staff still in her hands -- she tries again, once more, once more. ❛ here, stay still. just a second more, nylian, i swear it --. ❜ / @swiftaegis , for nylian .
