[Voice]

[salvationfound]

[The journal starts recording in time for a light "thump" to be heard as Kratos fails in his attempt to get up. He fists his hands into the forest floor, crunching a few leaves in his hands, though he can barely feel them. There's another shifting sound before a hoarse voices tries to call out

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[Action]

[halgitamilf]

[Svala had, for once, not been carrying her journal with her. She'd stepped outside to have some fresh air -worrying sick about both Capell and Kratos was making the house feel very closed and cramped- and had made her way to the edge of the forest, arms folded into her sleeves

[Action]

[salvationfound]

[It was just like before: The Malnosso had experimented with his angelic senses and left him with barely anything left. But this time, they had left him nothing. His sense of touch, taste and smell had returned only hours before, yet he still felt numb. His sight and hearing suffered the most. He couldn't see anything when he opened his eyes, he couldn't hear the sound of the leaves being crushed when he closed his fists. Already the feeling of helplessness is weighing him down.

He feels more than hears footsteps coming towards him - they're light yet hurried, someone small. He isn't sure who it is, and at this point, he doesn't care if they're malicious or not. The touch against his cheek is barely registered, and the feelings that come from it feel familiar, but his hazy mind can't quite figure out just who it is yet.]

[Action]

[halgitamilf]

[Svala keeps her hand on his cheek, sensing his confusion even through that thick cloud of unconsciousness; he wasn't quite coherent or awake yet, but that could be due to trauma, shock or blood loss. Perhaps even a combination of all three.

Svala looks down at his back more closely; his wounds seem to be centralized there, and after stroking his cheek a few times she carefully reaches for the dirty cloth, pulling the torn and ruined edges away from his back as best as she could without tugging on the edge of the wounds.]

[Action]

[salvationfound]

[It still hurts, and though he's strong, he cringes and clenches his fists again. The wounds are deep, and his attempts to get up caused them to reopen and bleed once more. A gash on his left wing causes it to droop lower than the right, though it can still move as it stretches from the pain he's experiencing.

Now that someone is here and it seems like they want to help him, he struggles to rid himself of the fog in his mind. He knows this person, but...]

[ voice ]

[salvationfound]

[The journal is a few feet away, but he still can't hear the voice. Instead, he tries to get up again, only to fall once more.]