#{amara threads

“Don’t mention it.” Amara waved his hand nonchalantly as he followed alongside the other as they walked. The person he’d offered to help, would offer be the right word though?, didn’t seem as if he was too worried or upset about the words those people had thrown his way and, as much as hearing it had made Amara’s blood boil, he still wanted to make sure no one would try anything. Sure, people normally only wanted to talk big but in case anyone got any funny ideas hopefully the presence of a second person would dissuade them. And if not well...he healed fast. It’d work out somehow, he was sure of it.

Amara stirred slightly as a familiar voice spoke in his ear, head lifting up in a struggle to return to consciousness. Nearly very inch of his body hurt and just the tiniest bit of movement almost caused his head to slump back down against his chest. Still, unstable as he was, Amara managed to stay conscious. Two eyes cracked open to find the source of the voice that woke him, and a few seconds passed before the phoenix’s addled mind was able to process that the person standing in front of him wasn’t created by some injury-induced hallucination.

“Rune...?” Amara rasped out. “What are you--?” He attempted to move but the action was halted by a rattle of metal. Blood drained from his face as the entire situation surrounding his circumstances returned to him and Amara froze. A mixture of faint panic and nausea rushed through him, scattering the male’s thoughts once again as his wrists flexed and pulled against the metal surrounding them only to pause once he realized Rune was fiddling with them. 

All that was heard from below was a pained groan. “Not sure, I’ll get back to you about that in a few minutes.” Luckily, the most he’d have were a few bruises and those would heal in no time. Plus, he thought to himself, a couple of bruises were a lot better than Rune and the kid flying over the edge of a cliff, so he wouldn’t complain much about the pain.