"You won't. Not while I'm here." Rastaban's confident voice rang with a silent promise. He didn't know if he could restore his sight, but he would keep him alive. Unfortunately in order to heal him he needed to see, which meant leaving the safety of his magic where he could ignore pain. With a sharp sigh he closed his eyes and focused on calming his emotions. His golden eyes flashed with a pained flash as he nearly doubled over when the pain returned.
"Gah! By the damn Goddess!" He cursed as he slowly opened his eyes. At least the cell was dark so it was easier for his eyes to adjust. Stifling another cry of pain, he stumbled over to Tox's bed. His arms shook as he tightly gripped the bed to keep from falling over as he caught his breath.
"Hah, I'm going to try to take away the necrotic energy in your eyes. I don't have the strength to fight you so try not to thrash around too much if it hurts."
Despite his blunt bedside manner, Rastaban's touch was gentle as he reached for Tox's blindfold. He didn't know how the necrotic magic would react so he poured some of his life energy into Tox first to accelerate the healing process. The warmth from Rastaban's energy was weak, but there was a stubbornness to it that was stronger than its frail warmth would suggest. It was this hidden strength that filled Tox with energy, but there was a price. Rastaban's head swam as transfered his energy to Tox but he stubbornly pushed through it with an irriated sigh. "Are you alright so far?"
Tox is confused by the stranger's determination, and further bewildered as he exclaims in pain.
"What happened? Don't— don't hurt yourself on my behalf," he urges. Why is he swearing to a goddess? That's blasphemous in and of itself, and Tox doesn't even know of any goddess that could be worshipped down here.
His body tenses up even more as the man touches his bed and the bandages on his face, his jaw clenching. It seems that the stranger wants to help him, but he can't help his instinct to brace for pain. He wants to ask who he is and what his intentions are, but he's in no position to demand answers. And soon, those questions seem to matter less, as warm energy flows into him, slowly soothing his tight aching muscles.
"Yes..." He's still on edge, because the stranger is still a stranger, and he said it might hurt, so he waits for the painful part, balling his hands into fists and willing himself to make no sound.
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Date: 2025-12-19 11:31 am (UTC)From:"Gah! By the damn Goddess!" He cursed as he slowly opened his eyes. At least the cell was dark so it was easier for his eyes to adjust. Stifling another cry of pain, he stumbled over to Tox's bed. His arms shook as he tightly gripped the bed to keep from falling over as he caught his breath.
"Hah, I'm going to try to take away the necrotic energy in your eyes. I don't have the strength to fight you so try not to thrash around too much if it hurts."
Despite his blunt bedside manner, Rastaban's touch was gentle as he reached for Tox's blindfold. He didn't know how the necrotic magic would react so he poured some of his life energy into Tox first to accelerate the healing process. The warmth from Rastaban's energy was weak, but there was a stubbornness to it that was stronger than its frail warmth would suggest. It was this hidden strength that filled Tox with energy, but there was a price. Rastaban's head swam as transfered his energy to Tox but he stubbornly pushed through it with an irriated sigh. "Are you alright so far?"
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Date: 2025-12-19 05:38 pm (UTC)From:"What happened? Don't— don't hurt yourself on my behalf," he urges. Why is he swearing to a goddess? That's blasphemous in and of itself, and Tox doesn't even know of any goddess that could be worshipped down here.
His body tenses up even more as the man touches his bed and the bandages on his face, his jaw clenching. It seems that the stranger wants to help him, but he can't help his instinct to brace for pain. He wants to ask who he is and what his intentions are, but he's in no position to demand answers. And soon, those questions seem to matter less, as warm energy flows into him, slowly soothing his tight aching muscles.
"Yes..." He's still on edge, because the stranger is still a stranger, and he said it might hurt, so he waits for the painful part, balling his hands into fists and willing himself to make no sound.