I carried my own ashes to the mountains
At the suggestion of sutures, he glanced down at the thread again, placing it in the back of his mind for snags and threads for Evie. Given his platitudes and non-abilities in healing measures, his mind never went there first – but he’d take the idea with a nod of his head. “Potentially.” Coiling the remains and last proportions and sending them downward, he shifted gracefully as an eagle once more, drifting in a slow circle to land effortlessly in one fell swoop as the Sword again.
The question seemed as though George intended to leave, off to whatever other business he intended to snag. “I do not think so. Thank you for the help.” But then, a note of pause contorted over his mind, a long breath filtering through his chest and out through the air. “Just treat Ru well,” as either a friend or whatever manners and measures she’d placed into those regards. She’d certainly had enough do the exact opposite. Maybe there was a warning laced in there too, because he was tired of seeing the Valkyrie hurt by the world. Or perhaps George wasn't the one he needed to worry about.
The question seemed as though George intended to leave, off to whatever other business he intended to snag. “I do not think so. Thank you for the help.” But then, a note of pause contorted over his mind, a long breath filtering through his chest and out through the air. “Just treat Ru well,” as either a friend or whatever manners and measures she’d placed into those regards. She’d certainly had enough do the exact opposite. Maybe there was a warning laced in there too, because he was tired of seeing the Valkyrie hurt by the world. Or perhaps George wasn't the one he needed to worry about.
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