[ it shouldn’t be a surprise that guren would just pass out like that, but dextera gasps softly anyway, catching guren as best as he can—holding his weight in his arms, brow furrowed in concern. is he still breathing? his heart, beating? dextera moves one hand over his chest, and it’s faint, but he’s sure that there’s still life pulsing.
it’s a bad idea to stay in this forest like this, but dextera still doesn’t want to move him. ]
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[ he frowns to himself, adjusting his hold so he can bury his face into guren’s hair. always, always… he doesn’t want to keep finding guren like this. ]
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[ it shouldn’t be a surprise that guren would just pass out like that, but dextera gasps softly anyway, catching guren as best as he can—holding his weight in his arms, brow furrowed in concern. is he still breathing? his heart, beating? dextera moves one hand over his chest, and it’s faint, but he’s sure that there’s still life pulsing.
it’s a bad idea to stay in this forest like this, but dextera still doesn’t want to move him. ]
…
[ he frowns to himself, adjusting his hold so he can bury his face into guren’s hair. always, always… he doesn’t want to keep finding guren like this. ]