((Runya gets a visitor from Vira ( @semper-miles ). Mentions of Sorin ( @aetherstitch )! ))
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The last thing he had been aiming for was to get knocked flat by some Light-ridden monster that wasn’t even remotely related to his current grudges.
Great.
Just excellent.
He of course brushed off any healer help that wasn’t strictly related to getting back on his feet; he saw how they had looked at some of the more obvious signs of his augmentations and had zero desire whatsoever to get them involved, directing them instead to Sorin. (He did not need nor want their pity. He did not need nor want them butchering him further to take it out. He did not need nor want anyone sticking their noses into his business when they would likely disapprove of it anyway.)
His ear flicked, though, as he heard a voice outside the tent. A familiar voice...
Speaking of people who did not need to be in his business--
The tent flap flopped open with a loud noise and Vira darted in, a harried-looking Hyur at their heels. They brightened up immensely seeing him sitting up, but he just narrowed one eye in response.
“Oh, ‘ey, yer up!”
“How very astute of you,” he drawled, but the tone visibly just went right over Vira’s head, judging by how their grin didn’t so much as falter a moment.
“I ‘eard wha’ happened,” they continued, sitting hard on the edge of his bed--causing him to inch away, but they weren’t deterred. “Mourning gotcha...?”
“Well, both Sorin and I both. But yes.”
They tilted their head, though, as they looked at him. (He wasn’t sure if he appreciated how blatantly they showed their emotions on their face, or if it was exceedingly obnoxious. Perhaps both.) “An’ it didn’...’urt Blue, did it?” Their brow furrowed. “Didn’ think anythin’ could ‘urt somethin’ tha’ big other’n another Weapon. Dae wasn’ ‘appy.”
Of course Daeyona wasn’t happy. He would argue that Daeyona was rarely happy just in general, even. But even his petty arse knew when to not debate a point too thoroughly, and so he just folded his arms. “I’m surprised she cares much about him beyond what we can do for her.”
“...We?”
He just blinked slowly, not deigning to respond to the question. And after some awkward fidgeting, Vira just stumbled on in the conversation.
“Well, ‘e’s nice.” And they sounded a bit defensive about it... “An’ even Dae thinks so too.” So there, was what they were clearly itching to cap that with, but they behaved enough to not say it. “An’ tha’ Mourning thing’s...well, y’know.”
He did indeed know.
“So is ‘e okay?”
“Very. He’s been doing little but hover outside since he brought dear Sorin and I here.” He glanced over at the other Miqo’te in question, but Sorin was indeed still out to the world, again. His bouts of consciousness were few and far between, to say the least. “If you look outside the gate, you’ll see him well enough.”
“Ah, a’right...” They relaxed a little at that, and then paused. “...You a’right?”
For a moment, he just tilted his head and wondered why, exactly, they cared. “I’m unsure why you’re asking.”
But Vira snorted as if it was incredibly obvious. “’Cause I wanna ask. An’ Miss Macbalor cares too.”
Ah, Maebh. That had been a segue that he hadn’t entirely expected, and he just smiled more at them...and in turn, they just looked more and more uncomfortable at him, before he finally spoke. “Does she, now.” A question, or a statement? He left it ambiguous.
“...Aye.” They were actually leaning away slightly from him, now. “Wish ye’d stop bein’ weird ‘bout it. Please.”
Why wouldn’t he be ‘weird’ about it, though? Wouldn’t anyone be weird about someone running around in their first ever (and for a long long time, only) friend’s body, using her face and her voice and even her mind? Someone who wasn’t put off by that would be a weirder one, indeed. “Mmmm, no.”
“Hmph.” They folded their arms tightly at that. “Y’r a jerk.”
And he laughed lightly. “I try.”
“But y’r a’right if y’r bein’ a jerk,” they grudgingly admitted, finally getting back up to their feet. “An’ if y’ think Sorin’s a’right...”
“I do.” He was quite sure about that, though the thoughts of that strange dark creature still crossed his own mind from time to time. He knew what that had been, but...he wasn’t quite sure where they were going to go from here with it, either. (Would Sorin be as fierce as Daeyona and keep it bent to his will?) “I am tired, Skor.”
They seemed to all but jump at the opportunity to get out of the conversation, much to his relief--and probably much to theirs, too, judging by the look on their face. “Ah, okay, I’ll leave y’ to it, then. An’ go talk to Blue.”
He could have groaned at that. Between the two of them--or specifically, the mental chatter Blue put off when he was meeting someone new--he wasn’t like to get any sleep at all. But he just let out a long-suffering sigh instead, flopping his head back on the pillow. “Oh, as you please...”
And barely had he finished the sentence before they were gone, leaving a faintly-moving tent flap in their wake. So he just closed his eyes and tried to doze off, as best he could with Blue’s excitement occasionally pinging through the haze of sleepiness.
But one thing that he hadn’t said, and one thing that still permeated his entire being let alone all of his thoughts, was that he just regretted not being there to kill that Garlean. He knew by now through a Swarstral messenger that Ariadne was dead, and so he hadn’t had to ask Vira--and there was little they could say that would reduce the disappointment he felt that she hadn’t died by his hand. (Wasn’t he the one who deserved most to do it?)
But, he supposed, there were still two left out of the three. At least, if they didn’t just throw themselves to their deaths in battle before he could recover enough to have a hand in their destruction.
If he had to drag them back out of hell just to kill them again, he would.