Zack?

[Quiet, and laced with dark amusement, despite the fact it sounds like Sheik is always moving.]

What a pleasant break it is, to not be a target.

[There's a yelp, with a sick, wet crunch, the sound of gore being flicked off a knife, followed by the sharp breath of something whistling through air.Zack, I hope you weren't too concerned with chasing ( Read more... )

[There's a rustling, a sharp sigh in the background that quavers on the end. He swallows. It is quite possible that this post is accidental, or that he intends to say something of importance. There's a dull thud, like someone hitting a wall with their back, the whisper of armoured hands running into hair, a body sliding slightly where it seeks ( Read more... )

Speak.

[Sheik's voice is all but wholly recovered, to any who heard it during his illness. There's still a weary edge to his, as there often is with anyone healing from sickness.]

I have the distinct impression that hasn't actually gone away.

[Locked to Genesis and Zack]

The three of us. There's only so many things it could be, is there not?

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[Sheik's breathing is soft, controlled, but to those who know him they may hear it higher, thinner, something he can't keep entirely in check. His voice, similarly, is a little ragged, a little weary.]

My lady. I am - coming back. I... Do not think it wise for me to be out... like this. I...

Zack. How are you holding up?

Well, far be it from me to claim I told you so.

I'm going to be working. I'm staying out. Don't think aught of it.

And Zack? Listen to my counsel this time.

How goes it, against the army of winter?

Both of you are out here, of course.

Be careful, would you?