[ Her magic is oddly cool and warm as it courses through his system, flows just beneath his skin, and the weight on his chest lifts slowly. The pain ebbs, his body relaxes, and he has the distinct impression that his bones have become liquid.
He does as directed, though: he just breathes, trying to ignore the pervasive ache. Inhale. Exhale. Breathe.
The funny thing is, he doesn't remember screwing his eyes shut until he's opening them, looking up at her through a half-lidded gaze. ]
Maya? [ His throat feels raw, like it's been coated with gravel, and his voice certainly matches that sensation. The memory of the attack floats its way back to the surface and he frowns at her, suddenly concerned. ] You're okay?
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He does as directed, though: he just breathes, trying to ignore the pervasive ache. Inhale. Exhale. Breathe.
The funny thing is, he doesn't remember screwing his eyes shut until he's opening them, looking up at her through a half-lidded gaze. ]
Maya? [ His throat feels raw, like it's been coated with gravel, and his voice certainly matches that sensation. The memory of the attack floats its way back to the surface and he frowns at her, suddenly concerned. ] You're okay?