[ Dorian has to bite back a whimper, the gentle gesture of Orym brushing back his hair at such odds with what he knows of the halfling now, of the person they had been fighting all this time. It hurts in a way that’s worse than the injures across his body.
But then the healer kneels beside him, and as his injures disappear something heavy also settles over him, and he finds he can’t keep his eyes open. The darkness still takes over, and a tear slips from his eye as they fall shut.
As he sleeps, he dreams of simpler days; of a time when things had been much easier, filled with light banter and gentle songs to fill the silence. Days long since gone, when he could turn to Orym and trust to follow him wherever he goes.
Eventually his mind slowly returns to consciousness, and it takes him a moment to realize he doesn’t recognize his surroundings. As he becomes more awake, his breath hitches and he manages to sit up, trying to recall what happened.
And as he gazes around the room, his heart leaps into his throat at such a painfully familiar sight. ]
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But then the healer kneels beside him, and as his injures disappear something heavy also settles over him, and he finds he can’t keep his eyes open. The darkness still takes over, and a tear slips from his eye as they fall shut.
As he sleeps, he dreams of simpler days; of a time when things had been much easier, filled with light banter and gentle songs to fill the silence. Days long since gone, when he could turn to Orym and trust to follow him wherever he goes.
Eventually his mind slowly returns to consciousness, and it takes him a moment to realize he doesn’t recognize his surroundings. As he becomes more awake, his breath hitches and he manages to sit up, trying to recall what happened.
And as he gazes around the room, his heart leaps into his throat at such a painfully familiar sight. ]
…O-Orym.