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[anointee]

[ as consciousness starts to weigh heavier and heavier, crick thinks to himself about how his muscles will be useless for some time. it twinges something in his chest that isn't a healing wound, a map of gnarled and darkened stabs and slashes across his torso that could have taken his life. instead, it's a little despair.

everything he's ever known, ever strived for, after having met roi... it's all gone. surely there are others in the sacred guard and the sanctum knights that were not corrupt, but the rot ran deeper than he ever could have guessed. and it had tried so hard to rip out the healthy roots, culling everything that brought attention to their machinations.

at least cubayri has been taken out of the equation. ]

... no, better to leave. I will do my best to not slow you and your companions down, Temenos.

[inquired]

[ ... hmm. something about that doesn't sit quite right. temenos is too perceptive to miss out on the subtleties of this reaction, the carelessly laced despair and self-loathing that comes in such a remark. he's the cleric, after all, the guiding light of flamechurch, and he's heard many a miserable soul say the same.

... hearing it from crick has a unique weight, though, in the context of his situation, and he presses his lips together, eyeing him for a moment where he's very carefully perched himself. ]

I hardly think that will be a problem. [ 'slowing them down'. and even if it were, it wouldn't matter. the other travelers nearly fell over themselves to make sure crick was taken care of, and still have. they supported temenos in ways he is so deeply thankful that he will never be able to repay them for, and now, they'll travel along to toto'haha together, as they have traveled this continent over and over before.

he makes the statement with finality. something crick can't argue with, even if there's no heat to it, as his gaze flicks back over his bandaged torso one more time, as he lifts a hand almost absently, to reach out and very lightly touch the back of his hand to his forehead. check for fever. pay attention to signs of infection. stay awake. ] We'll make for Toto'haha. And rest assured, if you're the type to be seasick, we will not stop for you at any moment, so you'll expel your insides over the side of the boat like the rest of us.

[ a joke, at least, lighter, to see if he might assuage that self despairing talk lightly, first. ]

[anointee]

[ trust temenos and his perception to snatch up something that he was trying to not focus too much on, himself, as his consciousness toys with the idea of more sleep. a rare, wry twist pulls at the corner of his mouth. caught. but it smooths out again as his eyes flick to his companion briefly, then close again as he feels the cool skin of temenos' hand against his own.

he's in the clear, at least for now. if there was a fever, it's broken for the time being, but there's still a warmth there that comes from having been feverish. but he still turns and presses into the touch almost unconsciously.

it's that strange, familiar yet foreign comfort again, the same that comes from temenos' knees pressed into the side of his leg. in his exhaustion, he wants to curl into it, into temenos, and cling onto that comfort.

like a lighthouse as a bastion of safety. ]

I've not done much seafaring, or even much travel by boat, but what little of it I have... [ the levity does draw him away from the quiet despair. the wry twist leaves, and is replaced by a quirk of a tired smile. ] I've not been seasick, but it could certainly change, crossing to Toto'haha. Farther than I've ever traveled, nevermind on water.