It was good to see something of a smile, even fleeting. It was decided, then; they would go to the market at first light. And until then, she could have his company.
Neria stepped away but paused as she saw him pull up his sleeve. There was a line and now, now she remembered the pale blood she'd seen on his fingers. Her brow furrowed as she watched him cut into his arm once more without a care and she stiffened, biting down on the protest that started to form. How many times had she done the same, recently? Kell had told her from the beginning that his power was in the blood. She had forgotten; Kell's power seemed effortless to her on a magnitude beyond her comprehension. His blood coated the symbol, he whispered, and then he was gone.
And she was alone.
The room was quaint, quiet. Under other circumstances, it would be peaceful. But the silence in such a foreign place had her nerves on edge without him. Slowly, she sank back down to sit on the rug, and she emptied her thoughts. Hands pulled in close, cradling each other, she cast her senses wide - not to sense for Kell but simply to know the city. The dark spun out in silence, webbing around buildings in the night, looking for new and strange places. She mapped the city in her head through the eyes of the dark, through the whispers she strained to hear as she reached deep into her divinity. The scar on her shoulder and breast burned with the effort.
All of that snapped back into place with a shudder as Kell suddenly returned, leaving her briefly shaken and wide-eyed. She blinked, quickly standing, and she moved to help him. Her hand gently went out for his arm. "Another?" she asked softly, coaxing him to sit.
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Neria stepped away but paused as she saw him pull up his sleeve. There was a line and now, now she remembered the pale blood she'd seen on his fingers. Her brow furrowed as she watched him cut into his arm once more without a care and she stiffened, biting down on the protest that started to form. How many times had she done the same, recently? Kell had told her from the beginning that his power was in the blood. She had forgotten; Kell's power seemed effortless to her on a magnitude beyond her comprehension. His blood coated the symbol, he whispered, and then he was gone.
And she was alone.
The room was quaint, quiet. Under other circumstances, it would be peaceful. But the silence in such a foreign place had her nerves on edge without him. Slowly, she sank back down to sit on the rug, and she emptied her thoughts. Hands pulled in close, cradling each other, she cast her senses wide - not to sense for Kell but simply to know the city. The dark spun out in silence, webbing around buildings in the night, looking for new and strange places. She mapped the city in her head through the eyes of the dark, through the whispers she strained to hear as she reached deep into her divinity. The scar on her shoulder and breast burned with the effort.
All of that snapped back into place with a shudder as Kell suddenly returned, leaving her briefly shaken and wide-eyed. She blinked, quickly standing, and she moved to help him. Her hand gently went out for his arm. "Another?" she asked softly, coaxing him to sit.