#and carry seikes lifeless body

[ievaxol]

seikecred + 23 please :D

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23. carrying the other one in their arms

"I have him," Seike snarls where she's hunched over Thancred's lifeless body. "I have him."

It's unclear whether she means it as a warning or a prayer because Thancred is already long gone, a candle snuffed. His head lolls back onto her arm when she adjusts her grip, his features slack in a way that sends her gut roiling with primal fear.

I have him because surely she wasn't blessed with strength for something unseen to claim him from one second to the next.

I have him because he found her in the frostbitten wilderness and extended a hand.

I have him because she had to.

Kann-E-Senna rushes over — too slow, Seike bitterly thinks to herself — and extends her hands to do what Seike has already done, to confirm what was already evident and where the fuck are the healers?

"Don't touch him," Seike manages to grind out, pushing herself to her feet.

"Seike!" Y'shtola barks in admonishment.

She doesn't stop or look back as she starts towards the wing where she vaguely remembers private chambers being located, knowing the other Scions will be one step behind her.

Through her palms she keeps up a low but steady flow of healing aether even as she knows it won't work, that he is simply not there anymore and no amount of aether can mend a wound that doesn't exist.

Thancred's weight could rival a mountain's, so still is he, so heavy is his lack of response.