[without hesitating, she comes over to him and pulls him into a hug, resting her head on top of his. she's - very, very warm today, so sorry about that, but she's here.
she doesn't say anything. there's nothing really to be said.]
[ karlach is safe. karlach is so, so safe, the safest person here, that he could ever ask for. which means that she sweeps him up in a hug - and he's warm, too, unnaturally so - rondo just bursts into tears.
they're ugly, deep, grieving sobs - the kind that wrack your entire body, as he grabs on and clings onto her for dear fucking life. ]
[she brings a hand up to rest against the back of his head, tucking him in close. she's not crying, for now. for now, karlach just holds him, letting him cough it out.]
[ WELL I GOT THIS IN ANOTHER PC SO I GUESS karlach can also see that rondo has iwatooshi's naginata! that's fine! it's great! it's probably sitting here next to him on the ground.
boy, he will. he just - sobs. ugly, grieving, wracking sobs, like the kind when he found out about sazantos' betrayal, like the kind when he wakes up in the middle of the night from nightmares about rinyuu and the sword through her stomach. rondo's a crier already, and he's been trying so hard to keep from losing it on anyone else this badly, but with karlach, it's different.
by the time he's managed to kind of cry himself out, he's just - shaking like a leaf in her arms, shoulders shaking, but finally, the sobs quiet down to a whimper and he just shakes his head against her shoulder. ]
she's very quiet, as he cries - but she's a comfort. she strokes her fingers through his hair and holds him tight, eyes closed. and by the time he's finished, she presses a kiss to the top of his head. her voice is rough and a little thick, but:]
[ he says, matching tone for tone. just raw, miserable, his voice thick - he nods, a tiny bit, face crumpling at the kiss to his head, and starts to push himself up to his feet. his legs feel weak. his body feels tired, his injuries are screaming in pain, but it's all just. just nothing, in the face of this.
he takes the Long Bladed Weapon wow would could it be up in both hands when he pulls back, just as carefully and tenderly as he can, and then nods at karlach. his face is a mess, but he raises his good shoulder to rub at his cheek with it, trying to clear away some of the tears, and then nods at her. ]
[she will wrap her arm around him to support him, at least. her expression is mostly exhausted, now that it's visible - he might not feel it because he's hot too, but she's like, feverish levels of hot, her engine glowing.
but she ignores it, gently wiping his face for him, and then slowly helps him to the refectory. she's going to get him some water, because he needs it.]
[ there's a moment where he winces, as he's getting up, his hand coming up to rest on his own heart, briefly. it hurts - it hurts something awful, but he manages to move past it after a second, holding tightly onto the naginata.
everything sucks forever! he is easily pliant, at least, and just kind of goes. ]
[ no this is exactly what he needs right now - to be told what to do. he just nods, numbly, and takes the water to drink it, slowly. his throat is still sore, and it's only kind of now as karlach mentions it that he's remembering what he's been through in the past two days. fighting another monster today made a lot of very painful injuries a lot worse, and he winces a little as he gets used to the awful, painful aching in his heart again as he sets the empty glass down.
[she reaches to stroke his hair back gently as he drinks. just little affectionate gestures, reminders that she's here. the empty glass gets an approving sound, but she'll make him drink like at least one or two more before she helps him stand up again.]
[ it's nice. maybe - sazantos would say he's being babied, that he's still too green, that he can't handle it, but it's leaning into this kind of care that helps to make him strong. he does everything karlach asks for, downs each glass of water and pulls himself together, bit by bit. he keeps thinking about aerith and cloud wandering the halls of the debtor's house, and it's. it's just too much.
eventually he nods, slowly, and starts to stand. ]
...yeah. [ yeah, that's a good idea. he rises slowly - his everything hurts, that engine heart almost debilitating, sweat dropping down his temples, but he forces himself upwards and takes a deep breath. ] ...please.
[sometimes, even if you are a strong person, all you need is a nap and a grilled cheese cut diagonally]
Sure. C'mon, sweetheart.
[she wraps her arm around him, and helps him stumble off back to the cabin. everything sucks forever, but she's going to crawl into bed with him and cuddle him until he goes to sleep. it'll be okay.]
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she doesn't say anything. there's nothing really to be said.]
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they're ugly, deep, grieving sobs - the kind that wrack your entire body, as he grabs on and clings onto her for dear fucking life. ]
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[she brings a hand up to rest against the back of his head, tucking him in close. she's not crying, for now. for now, karlach just holds him, letting him cough it out.]
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boy, he will. he just - sobs. ugly, grieving, wracking sobs, like the kind when he found out about sazantos' betrayal, like the kind when he wakes up in the middle of the night from nightmares about rinyuu and the sword through her stomach. rondo's a crier already, and he's been trying so hard to keep from losing it on anyone else this badly, but with karlach, it's different.
by the time he's managed to kind of cry himself out, he's just - shaking like a leaf in her arms, shoulders shaking, but finally, the sobs quiet down to a whimper and he just shakes his head against her shoulder. ]
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she's very quiet, as he cries - but she's a comfort. she strokes her fingers through his hair and holds him tight, eyes closed. and by the time he's finished, she presses a kiss to the top of his head. her voice is rough and a little thick, but:]
You think you can stand? I can carry you.
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[ he says, matching tone for tone. just raw, miserable, his voice thick - he nods, a tiny bit, face crumpling at the kiss to his head, and starts to push himself up to his feet. his legs feel weak. his body feels tired, his injuries are screaming in pain, but it's all just. just nothing, in the face of this.
he takes the Long Bladed Weapon wow would could it be up in both hands when he pulls back, just as carefully and tenderly as he can, and then nods at karlach. his face is a mess, but he raises his good shoulder to rub at his cheek with it, trying to clear away some of the tears, and then nods at her. ]
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but she ignores it, gently wiping his face for him, and then slowly helps him to the refectory. she's going to get him some water, because he needs it.]
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everything sucks forever! he is easily pliant, at least, and just kind of goes. ]
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Finish that. [she directs, but it's not unkind.] And then we're going to go lay down. You're all fucked up.
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rondo just nods. ]
...okay.
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D'you want to go to the cabin?
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eventually he nods, slowly, and starts to stand. ]
...yeah. [ yeah, that's a good idea. he rises slowly - his everything hurts, that engine heart almost debilitating, sweat dropping down his temples, but he forces himself upwards and takes a deep breath. ] ...please.
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Sure. C'mon, sweetheart.
[she wraps her arm around him, and helps him stumble off back to the cabin. everything sucks forever, but she's going to crawl into bed with him and cuddle him until he goes to sleep. it'll be okay.]