[ 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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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.]