Martyrs

[lastofvaldemar]

I expect that it's been said before- but we have survived. For now, there's not much else to be done save the obvious. One may hope the new presence of weaponry will cut down on the blatant homicides, though that'd likely be too much luck to expect.

[Vanyel has his sword back; he'd nearly forgotten how naked he had felt without it.I...Well. We'll

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[ttlynotawizard]

I'm fine, love. I'm uninjured, I'm in my room. Hopefully the cure works.

[He is so not fine]

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[lastofvaldemar]

[He cradles the comm like a live thing, full of wonder again at the near-magical nature of such a thing. Close his eyes and he could imagine you were beside him.]

Aye. Rem...

[Why is it so hard to know what to say?]

Thank you.

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[ttlynotawizard]

No need to thank me. I'll be in the room when you get back.

[Because he totally needs to see you.]

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[lastofvaldemar]

I mean it, love.

[There is a pause. Then, very softly.]

I'd be los...lost, without you. I'll see you soon- as soon as I'm able.

[twopistols]

The cure works. Or weren't you watching? Take it.

[He only sounds snappish because he's very weak in the aftermath and he hates that feeling. But he's back in his map-laden room, and that's a good sign.]

[lastofvaldemar]

Aye, sir. At once.

[And that's not sarcasm, either.]