is there a cure for your sickness, have you no heart?
[It hasn't been that long since Allen wandered away from Tyki with the child version of the Crow he was so very fond of. Not that long at all - he's just far enough away to be sure that they aren't in danger when he sets the boy down, and leans against the wall. Too much on an empty stomach - he couldn't keep carrying a little living bundle of warmth when most of his instincts were telling him to dig in.
He let's out a shaky breath and lifts a hand to rub at his eyes with his arm, trying to will the red in them away.
It's not like he can use his hands for that, after all. They're blackened and flaking and burnt in odd patches, similar to a streak across his face - It takes up just enough space that a hood wouldn't cover it.]
H-hey... Can you walk the rest of the way..?
He let's out a shaky breath and lifts a hand to rub at his eyes with his arm, trying to will the red in them away.
It's not like he can use his hands for that, after all. They're blackened and flaking and burnt in odd patches, similar to a streak across his face - It takes up just enough space that a hood wouldn't cover it.]
H-hey... Can you walk the rest of the way..?