on the nature of exhaustion and trauma

what the wood whispers to itself

You don't notice the hidden hand precisely because you aren't looking at Amun or anywhere. Just one foot in front of the other. It's all you can do really to hold your end of this basic conversation (not that you're doing a particularly good job).

"I thought the ascended healed quickly." You murmur, blue eyes furtively stealing a glance towards his hip before jarringly focusing back on the cobblestones before you. "I didn't want to play in the first place. And...I didn't want it to land on me again." You offer.

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