[for someone so concerned, Chiron moves with a sluggishness unbecoming of someone usually so collected and at ease with his surroundings. Once the two of them settle on the forest to stay in, Chiron finds a tree and practically wilts against it, tucking himself on the ground in as small of a ball as he can manage.
There are new bandages covering both of his forearms, his chest and shoulder, and his usual tunic has been completely discarded. He wears instead a long cloth draped and wrapped over his frame in a style reminiscent of an age long gone.
For once, he says nothing and instead closes his eyes as if struggling to stay awake]
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W3 || Thursday after cyoa
There are new bandages covering both of his forearms, his chest and shoulder, and his usual tunic has been completely discarded. He wears instead a long cloth draped and wrapped over his frame in a style reminiscent of an age long gone.
For once, he says nothing and instead closes his eyes as if struggling to stay awake]
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[the concern in his own voice is clear, as he sits beneath that same tree.]
Our coming unconsciousness will be a mercy to you, it seems.
[this is a horse that needs some fucking sleep, good lord.]
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[a short, exhausted hum followed by a hint of a smile]
This week has been perhaps too long, even for me.
[when an immortal is saying that...]
But I am listening for now; what happened to you and the rest?