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XVI: Healing Part II
Cyr was breathing hard. Upset and frustrated, he stopped to think. Sian and Torel exchanged worried looks as they waited. Placing protection weaves around them, the two Fey regarded their comrade. It was too soon to stop in their mission. However, the Fey thought they should give Cyr a chime.
«Shei'tani?! » Cyr demanded. « What is going on? What's happening? Who hurt you? »
«Cyr ,» Angela began. Taking a deep whiff of his brown tunic. « I had a health attack. Something is wrong with my feet. This happened when I was younger…but, Lady Jisera believes I've been poisoned from the sel'dor. » Swallowing, Angela continued.
« Varenia thought it had something to do with my awakened Fey heritage. »
The Fey Lord could feel his Rage. His instinct was to forsake this mission and return to his shei'tani immediately. Steadying himself. « So, your illness is due to long-term poisoning » He restated, thinking fast. His mela as a fellana would have healer knowledge and experience beyond his scope.
«Yes, that seems to be one of the issues. » The young woman admitted. « Lady Jisera was taking care of me…as has Ravel. »
« And the other issues? » Cyr tightly asked. His eyes surveying his surroundings.
« Um, well, I miss you something fierce, Cyr. » Angela hedged, gulping. « What does 'excruciating,' mean? »
Cyr blinked, slowly pleased. « I miss you fiercely, too, ajiana. » The young Fey answered. « 'Excruciating,' means beyond painful. Usually in the physical sense. But, emotionally as well. »
« I do feel that…and the other issues, I really need to discuss with you in-person. » Angela bashfully Spirited. « I feel like this is too private…given the fact you're away on a mission and with…your friends… »
Cyr actually fought a smile.
« Aiyah.» He agreed, his heart beating fast. « We'll table this conversation. » Clearing his throat. «Teska, follow Jisera-falla's instructions to the letter…I will check-in with you once we're camped. » He signaled his comrades and began running again.
« Of course…please be safe. » Angela Spirited demurely. The last thing she wanted to do was unsettle Cyr further. She wanted him to return to her safely. She remembered how some Norban women either fell into two camps involving their military husbands. Either they were cloying or they were very self-sufficient. I care...but I am not going to be annoying. Angela told herself firmly. She clutched his tunic once more, before slipping it over her head.
"I love you, Angie." Kyle told her solemnly while she was recovering. "I just want you know that you're the bravest girl I've ever met."
"What?" Angela mumbled. "Why would you say that?"
"Because you have faith and I don't." He answered bluntly. "I would've lost mine if something so evil happened to me. I pray you never lose it. No matter what. I always loved and admired that you kept your faith." Kyle's dark eyes focused on her before looking down. "You have no idea how grateful I am that you weren't…"
Angela blushed, upset and looked away.
"Because, I love you, Angie…and I love that you can separate the wicked wearing religious garb and our actual faith…you always reminded me of…of a walking heart for humanity." He smirked at her. "Of course, you're big crybaby!"
"Oh, pacheeta!" She said blushing, cottoning onto his attempted levity.
She prayed for a long time before finally drifting to sleep.
How will I convey to kem'Cyr that I have these awful scars from those terrible people? Angela frowned a little. Those priests were terrible…but I still believe Kyle.
Cyr made camp with his comrades-at-arms, he was distracted but thankful that they made it uneventful.
Typically, he was the watchdog. Always present and depended upon.
Sian gave his friend a look.
"What?" Cyr asked quietly, visibly surprised at them.
"Cyr," Sian said softly. "Let us look out for you."
The young Fey blinked.
"Aiyah," Torel said. "you deserve your privacy this time."
Cyr just swallowed. "Bey-beylah vos." He whispered.
He assisted with the privacy/protection/invisibility weaves.
Sighing, he settled for a moment. I'm touched by them…and I'm exhausted.
« Ajiana? » He outreached.
Angela awoke and immediately reached for him across their bond.
Cyr blushed and slowly relaxed. It felt like she was holding him.
« Cyr! » Angela exclaimed excitedly. « I miss you! »She pursed her lips. « Wait, are you safe? »
Shy and blushing, he grinned.
« I miss you, too, shei'tani. » He told her mildly. « Were you able to rest? How are you feeling? »
Angela grinned. « Yes…alright, um, Cyr…I have a confession to make…»
« Aiyah? » He asked curiously.
« I…took your brown tunic…it smells of you…» She practically whispered.
Cyr was definitely pleased. Warmth, hope, and pride was felt across their connection.
