[ Bariyan shifts his grip on his throat, trying to hold it together. Goddammit, he wants to talk. ]
Don't-- How a-- [ Words dissolving into coughs. No, it's no good. Damn it.
Bariyan grips the string in his fingers and yanks, hard. Something inside screeches at him to stop. But he goes only far enough to tighten the stitches that remain in-place, pulling them as secure as he can before he dares to let go. That done, he places his free hand against Koltira's chest, again. Fingers curling in just slightly. Stop. It's fine. ]
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Don't-- How a-- [ Words dissolving into coughs. No, it's no good. Damn it.
Bariyan grips the string in his fingers and yanks, hard. Something inside screeches at him to stop. But he goes only far enough to tighten the stitches that remain in-place, pulling them as secure as he can before he dares to let go. That done, he places his free hand against Koltira's chest, again. Fingers curling in just slightly. Stop. It's fine. ]