tenrita:
Etihw stared mutely at the Angel as she came over, and they felt ill all over again. They shift forward, not thinking, cupping Chelan’s cheeks in their hands. The smell of copper overwhelms them, and they want to be sick. This whole thing made them sick. “A-ah… thank you, Chelan…” they reach out and instead brush a hand along her wings, mending them without thinking. They looked so painful. How could they not notice before?
huh? at the god first holding her cheeks and then brushed over her wings, and once they where fixed her brows furrowed and tilted her head to the side “..>.......,, ?” tho they thanked her it was all very confusing “yoU... stIll dOnt seeM weLL...? aRe yoU siCk?” could gods even get sick? she had no idea, but still she stretched her wings, it... felt strange for them to not be broken they where even more white again, sadly there was still some blood stains on the feathers
