[ He can read Koltira's posture well enough, and to anyone else he would offer a deeply sympathetic touch of the shoulder, squeeze of the upper arm, a few quiet words, something. To soothe the suffering of men and women is what Ashraf has devoted his life to.
But this, he recalls, arresting his hand in midair, is no man. This is only a creature, violent and bloodthirsty, as has just been thoroughly demonstrated for him. He drops his hand back to the grass, forcing his features back into that disapproving array that Koltira evokes from him. ]
Good. [ He's sounding stronger and more sure, and brushes his hair more neatly back into the binding at the nape of his neck as he stands. ] If this... need arises again, you will tell me.
[ And next time, his first move will be to silence Koltira and block his spellcasting. Thinking of that makes it easier to ignore how close he'd gotten to death tonight, and that he may have crossed that line if Koltira hadn't restrained himself. ]
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But this, he recalls, arresting his hand in midair, is no man. This is only a creature, violent and bloodthirsty, as has just been thoroughly demonstrated for him. He drops his hand back to the grass, forcing his features back into that disapproving array that Koltira evokes from him. ]
Good. [ He's sounding stronger and more sure, and brushes his hair more neatly back into the binding at the nape of his neck as he stands. ] If this... need arises again, you will tell me.
[ And next time, his first move will be to silence Koltira and block his spellcasting. Thinking of that makes it easier to ignore how close he'd gotten to death tonight, and that he may have crossed that line if Koltira hadn't restrained himself. ]