[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/220419/d955e440c95ac6f731dc5e649ad359eb.png[/img][/center][hr]Despite having watched with no small degree of fascination as Eila healed Kyreth’s hands, Lilann still gasped quietly when the woman took her by the wrists. The sudden pressure made her wince, she fought down the urge to recoil, and took a steadying breath that she hoped didn’t sound as frayed at the end as it was. Relief came quickly, and pleasantly; warmth that, compounded with the burns, ought to have been painful but was instead soothing. She had no searing wounds to reknit, but the angry red hue of her skin cooled to blue.

Strangest of all was the feeling of another’s aether. She’d never felt that before, at least not like this—not directly. Lilann was not an expert in the field, she didn’t know what the different sensations meant, or what arcane roots they had. She thought she sensed a heartbeat in it, Eila’s perhaps, or her own in her ears, much too loud. If it was, she hoped the other woman hadn’t heard it too. 

“[color=skyblue]That’s quite something,[/color]” she said. “[color=skyblue]Thank you. Really.[/color]” She flexed her fingers and made a note to be kinder to her in the future, until she proved she didn’t deserve it.

[i]Unless[/i], she thought sharply. [i]Not until. Be fair. Or try, at least.[/i]

With Eila gone off after the cart, Lilann waited for Kyreth. She chuckled seeing his hood gone, shared his concern. Part of her was glad though, but it was an old, spiteful part that used to relish in drunkards begging the little Tainted girl for a story. Why should he hide? Let them see who he was. But it was an easy enough thing to think while she wore her hat and mask. 

She ignored his prayer, or rather, ignored he was praying. “[color=skyblue]I wouldn’t be, if you hadn’t intervened. I’m sorry you got hurt on my behalf. Thank you, Kyreth.[/color]” 

It was a bit formal. She wasn’t used to being saved, not that she was particularly opposed. Still, she had meant it, that she regretted his injury. Her concern for his well-being was becoming a reality she couldn’t reason away, though it seemed logical enough. They were the only Tainted here, they had to look out for each other. When this was over, surely things would be more appropriately distant between them. 

Never mind the memories, they weren’t hers anyway. 

“[color=skyblue]I don’t think we’re that lucky,[/color]” she said hastily. “[color=skyblue]But I [i]do[/i] like our chances more now that I’ve seen us in action. Small burns aside, I think you handled yourself rather well.[/color]”