It had been a huge mistake to go off and do what he did, but what hurt worse to him was the fact that others were harmed because of it. He was not sure if it would have turned out the same way, if he was there or not, but the present pain flared and was a heavy reminder of his consequences. There was some time that passed, but he did not know how long he had been weaving in and out of consciousness.
Blurred gaze swept around, trying to find the source of the voice speaking to him, and it hurt to move much. “Yes…?” He stared at what seemed to be a sheet, pale white and almost ghost-like as whatever breeze came on by from air circulating the massive room. People came and went, always checking in on the survivors, and especially on his progress. Not long ago did he gain some semblance of awareness that he was somewhere safe, and enough to be at some vague peace of mind.
“Is something up?” Kitt did not feel like fighting anyone else, at the moment, and especially not after his first real loss in combat. It was worse than being jumped by bandits, pummeled into the ground by many who outnumbered him. No, this foe had been a single target, and possibly one of his greatest. It almost terrified him, but seemed to wildly appropriate to finally be taken down by someone stronger. “I… don’t know if I can stand, right now… but if there’s trouble, I’ll try…” He started to move, to make the attempt to sit up, and pain flared all over where he had been struck through. A wince, and a groan, his back hitting the pillow as his body stubbornly refused his will.
It tore fiercely at her heart, those words.
“I don’t know if I can stand right now but if there’s trouble I’ll try.”
He had been grievously hurt to the point where standing hurt him and still he sought to put himself in the fray. Had he not done enough? Was this always a part of Kitt’s personality or was it the heavy mantle of Warrior of Light forced upon him that had forged him so? He had already done so much for Ishgard, for Eorzea...he should be allowed his rest.
She hesitated. That he had had not reaction meant he hadn’t recognized her by voice so she didn’t want to barge on it.
“No, Kitt. No. You rest. I’m here to help you but I fear startling you.”
She licked her lips nervously, not doubting herself. Would she be a welcome sight? Or would he see the woman that had fought against him as a Primal, the one who had taken so many innocent lives at the Steppes? A hand curled around the curtain, not yet pulling it.
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